I'm lit up like a beacon; happiness has happened to me, and my whole being throbs with it. I break into a grin so radiant it makes my plain face almost beautiful, and I am unable to supress it; and I see no reason to. My whole body experiences this feeling; every cell tingles, every milimetre of skin feels rejuvenated, alive. My soul is stretched taut by it, barely able of containing this feeling.
It is not contentment or really joy, this feeling, of the type that lasts and comes from within - it is too transcient, too intense, too alien for that. It forces its way into my being at the will of another, and I welcome it, as it swells up in my heart until I feel I might implode with the euphoria of it all.
It is so pleasurable it almost hurts; I feel sick with this giddy, heady happiness - my stomach swirls with excitement, my throat closes on inarticulate squeaks of laughter and my hands clench spasmodically as my puny body tries to contain this invasive rapture. All this only makes it more wonderful.
Iam almost frightened by the whole-hearted surrender of myself to this uninvited happiness, and then the last of my resolve fades away - and I belong to this happiness, and it belongs to me. For a while.