Happiness is the sound of her voice, her laughter, her yell.
Happiness is the tingling sensation of her hair dangling in my face.
Happiness is her soft touch that shoots my soul to the stars and back at light-speed.
Happiness is her druel on my shoulder after she gently falls asleep.
Sadness is knowing that I fucked it all up.
I’ll still love her, though, her and only her till I’m fertilizing flowers from six feet under.