Do I Understand?

I could write up an entire novel attempting to explain the tiniest detail of how I felt with you. But what words could possibly convince anyone of such happiness? You've done this to me, whether it's intentionally or not. You've allowed me to soar high. But this time it was as if we sat comfortably on the same page. As if you saw what I saw and you enjoyed it too. I cannot understand why I would see incorrectly. I don't know what else to do but read into your smile. It was brighter. You were different. And yet I have no idea what to think.

You'll always be loved by me.