Sometimes you have to fight for happiness …

chase Happiness down, tackle it, beat the shit out of it, and make Happiness your bitch. 

I Don’t Remember…

The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don’t remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don’t remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don’t remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don’t remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only…
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

 by Ash L Bennett

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them.

This only looks like love.