You hold my happiness in your hands and I hold your happiness in my hands.
Whats is happiness? What is love? Can you define it for me? Can you tell me who invented it?
You don’t have to answer my questions, you don’t even have to talk. Just listen.
When you hear those words. Those three words. “I love you.” What do you think? What do you say?
When someone says, “I’m happy.” What do you think? What do you say?
I don’t have the anwser, but you might.
It’s stragne to look at the sky and think to yourself about what might happen in the future. It’s scary.
But what you hold is happiness and happiness is a puzzle that I never solved. When I’m about to finnish the puzzle, a wind comes and blows the peices away. Then I spend my time searching for the peices again.
You hold the peices to the puzzle. You hold the key. You hold my happiness so don’t crush it. Don’t lose it. Don’t make me look for it again. You keep me happy. You keep me the way I am, so don’t leave, I love you.