When I think of happiness I think of yellow, but not just yellow. When I think of happiness I see tulips buzzing to life from all the bees that sang to them. I see rainbows and butterflies over a vast country land on a beautiful sunny day with horses neighing their hello's. The sight gives me a goofy feeling. This happiness, It's now tugging at the corner of lips, pulling them towards my ears until my cheeks hurt and then a sound of squealing as I reach a full  blown excited-happiness overload

The world was big.
Big enough to swallow her whole.

She kept telling herself
To always be aware,
So she don't become
a gone elf.

Careful..
She used to roam on her tippy-toes.
Too careful,
So she don't break the thin ice.

Afraid to fall, she was.

One day,
A guy stepped into her world,
Holding a lantern in his hand,
And a smile on his face.

He said
It's okay to fall,
I'll catch you.

How, then, she wondered.

He showed something to her,
Something peculiar,
Something strange;
Something so alien to her -

A grin.
A warm grin.

I'll be your polar bear.
I'll stay under the ice, if that means saving you.

Now the world is still big.
But not too big as then,
Because they both know
what they have is bigger.

He made her smile
and made her laugh, too.

One day, she said,
*Dude, I like you.