One more difference.

Happiness.

I figured, just like fear, happiness can be different too. You have the type that makes you jumpy, crazy and impossibly wanting to scream and shout. The type that plasters a smile on your face, but that normally fades fast. And, finally, the type that lights a warm fire in the pit of your tummy, keeping your insides warm. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right.

Happy Brithday, Darling. When you're twenty-six, that'll be half your lifespan!