Begin route to Yolo. Caravanning over to Davis with the pals! (at I-880 N)
What does it mean to be happy?
I don’t know the exact Webster textbook definition of happiness but by what I experience, it doesn’t take a movie to tell or show you what the feeling is like..
Happiness is when you hear soft breathing in your ear as your lover is fast asleep next to you, your legs intertwined. It’s when you can’t stop laughing at the silly, immature things he does because he knows it’ll spark a reaction. It’s being able to hold your hand on long drives and running my fingers through your hair on short ones. Happiness comes from sharing our life long dreams and our deepest secrets to our greatest fears and darker pasts. I think happiness is hearing you say my name. It’s embracing each other ever so passionately and being able to kiss you on every inch of your body. I believe happiness is sitting in silence next to the person you wouldn’t be whole without, it’s being able to look into your lover’s eyes and lose your words. Frankly none is needed. It’s seeing your homie, lover, best friend, co-pilot, partner in crime, unofficial fiancé, right-hand-man for the first time in months and for the first time you aren’t counting down the months, the weeks, the days because time is still and you are in the moment. Happiness is knowing that even if he’s gone in a matter of days, he’s still coming back, listening, loving, caring, calling, faithful to you and you only. Happiness is knowing you could make that person feel loved and love life itself. Happiness is love. Love brings happiness.