i miss ur touch..
can we repeat?..
i miss ur smile..
it made my heart beat..
i wish i told u everything that we could be...
but instead u left me at 12:00 on new years eve,,,
you burned down the bridges
that kept ahold
the very bridges that helped my soul
only for to here that u hate me..
i miss ur touch..
can we repeat?..
i miss ur smile..
it made my heart beat..
i wish i told u everything that we could be...
but instead u left me at 12:00 on new years eve,,,

Happiness is hearing your voice
Happiness is seeing you smile at me
Happiness is your laugh when I say something funny
Happiness is your eyes lighting up when you see a dog
Happiness is you being happy about cute animals
Happiness is playing with your hair
Happiness is having your head on my chest
Happiness is you snuggling up to me
Happiness is hearing you talk about sloths
Happiness is you explaining environmental science to me
Happiness is kissing you on the nose
Happiness is you singing Disney songs
Happiness is holding you in my arms
Happiness is experiencing something new with you
Happiness is making stupid jokes at Barnes and Noble
Happiness is a long drive while holding your hand
Happiness is your lips on mine
Happiness is hearing "I love you" and saying it back
Happiness is coming home to you
Happiness is falling asleep and waking up next to you
Happiness is "just a few more minutes" in the morning
Happiness is loving you
Happiness is you

Brave in life,
but not in love.
Is such a thing possible?

Is bravery in the mountains
and foreign lands really bravery
or cowardice?
Am I hiding from myself
or growing into a new version?

I wanted to live a life of adventure,
but love seemed to distract me.
I wasn't afraid of death,
but I was afraid of love.
Isn't the opposite of death
love, after all?

"what's wrong?"
                "nothing and everything at the same time."