With you.

Sometimes I feel drunk with you. Like we're the only two people in the room or on the street. And even though we're surrounded by crowds of people, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I have the most fun with you. You're the one who makes me laugh. Nearly everything you say puts a smile on my face. Happiness burst from my heart and takes the form of laughter that can not, that will not, be silenced.