Dear Someone,
Happiness.
What really is it?
All my life I questioned what it meant to be truly happy. Was it fame? Fortune? Success? I could never figure out what happiness was in its truest form. Regardless, I knew I wanted it. I worked hard to find my own definition of happy.
But I was always failing to find it. I was struggling with everything. I was falling apart.
But when I met you, it was like everything flipped upside down. Your smile made such a difference. Your laugh made me want to laugh too. Even when you would pat my head made me feel safe.
At that moment I knew what happiness was.
And it starts with you.
- Wanderer ✇
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Dear No One
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