When I turned and saw you walking in last night, my immediate reaction was a sort of giddy happiness. Like I was fourteen again and I caught sight of that cute boy from science class just across the hall at his locker. My secondary reaction was one of annoyance for allowing myself such an unfettered visceral feeling. I got over the negative response pretty quickly and went straight back to happiness. I like how you smile with your eyes as well as your mouth. I like how you didn't flirt with me, but just eased into a comfortable and interesting interaction. I like how smart and funny you are even though there's this undercurrent of sadness and worry. And finally being happy over the fact that the restaurant we had intended to go to ended up being shuttered up with a rental agent's sign out front. A lesson in taking happiness when and where you find it. Without holding back. Because it so easily might not have shown up.