Happiness is when you can't sleep at 3 in the morning and feeling the heat of the person next to you and falling back to sleep. Happiness is when you feel an arm being wrapped around you and you know it doesn't fed better than this
I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. I'm mad for apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting attached. I'm mad for thinking about you, but most of all I'm mad for not hating you, when I should.Story of my life
It is the quiet of you. Of your presence. ~~~ When I see you, the world, it stops and all that exists for me, is you and my eyes staring at you. and that, is why I stare at you. ~~~ Every single word is true.