Happiness to me is to feel alive. To be free from what I have to do, and what I need to do.
Happiness is flying above all boundaries.
To ask no more than you have, to be connected to someone, as much he is connected to you.
Happiness is a felling you wish never to leave you.
But the moment it passed you are left all alone with the side affect taste of it, and the pain is stronger than ever.
And the only question that is left within you is-Was it all worth it?
Because the feeling of knowing happiness and lose it is much more terrible than knowing simple pain.
And the only thing I ask myself after you have deserted me is-Were you-my happiness-worth all that pain?