There's a certain kind of happiness when one has found someone he/she can actually spend his/her entire life (and thereafter) with. And this happiness grows with the time both individuals have shared together.

I have always been an advocate to this belief, that love grows within the two said individuals as time passes. However, just today, I realized that there is more to love than just the happiness of the two said individuals.

I was surfing across the net when I stumbled upon the blog of Sonito, a best friend I met when I was in high school. I was shocked with what I read there. He was talking about being happy for me and things like that. I mean, it isn't really the first time that I've been told that someone was happy because I've finally found someone to love, it's just that, I never really realized how certain that happiness is.

Somehow, I feel another kind of happiness inside me. It's much like the happiness that I feel when a work of mine, a poem or a story or whatever, has touched a person.

I'm glad Bea and I have touched the lives of the people around us. I really am.