Happiness is a peculiar thing.
Desired by all, but comes in so many different designs that understanding every soul is nearly impossible.
Yet here i am, understanding that you make me happy,
but also coming to terms with the fact that what brings you happiness in turn destroys my own.
And here i lay left with a thought;
Do i have the right to despise what makes you happy, if I get you in return?
Or am I just disappointed that me alone does not satisfy you the way you satisfy me.