Happiness is her deep brown eyes when she laughs, the way her slim hand finds its way to mine, the look of gratefulness she give me when I reassure her that she's the prettiest girl in the room. Happiness is the twirl of her caramel hair dancing in the sunlight, the way her converses tap the pavement as if to say 'let’s run away', the buzz of my phone and I know it's her. Happiness is the feeling that we're the only two people in the world who know true happiness.
Happiness is where a girl is confident in her own skin. Where your family is close to your heart forever. Where your friends are always right at your side. Where you realize when you look in the mirror, this person is YOU. You were born with this skin, this brain, and everything; happiness is... life, i guess.