Special for you :*) I have forgotten what happiness feels like.

Happiness!

I have asked many people throughout my life time,
What exactly happiness meant to them.

Many said it was being in love or being loved,
Waking up wrapped in their lovers arms, or
getting a first glimpse of their new born.
“food makes me happy” said one but most said
“I don’t know”
Some said it was achieving success would make them happy
but would anyone ever be satisfied with what they own?

See, happiness is what I’d say children feels.
Their pure minds appreciate the art of how their
ketchup is sprawled across their plate.
How their tiny minds fathom about how beautiful and
vibrant the colors are of butterfly’s wings.
Their unbroken hearts religiously believes in everything.
Like how they’d fly like superman when they grow up, or
how one would be a princess and live in a castle

I think once we realize that those were lies
Happiness starts to leave our minds and souls.
The calmness in our heart we use to have as kids
starts to disappear.
I don’t remember the last time I sat in a quiet room
without my mind listing the tasks i had yet to complete
or how I’d be a failure with my best efforts.
The voices in my head becomes so loud
that it physically makes me numb.

And in all of the amid of confusion and sadness
I try to find beauty in everything
I try to find beauty in people’s confidence
I try to find beauty in people who are so passionate
about their characters.
That they resurrect them from fiction in every sentence
I try find the beauty in stars and how fascinating
the moon looks in the morning skies.

I try to find something, maybe not happiness.
But something to keep me alive in this world.
<br /> <img src="http://31.media.tumblr.com/f4ea86a90a9e4528a272de253980a3f1/tumblr_n39c67t1NR1s86m4co1_500.jpg " width="450" />Special for you :*) I have forgotten what happiness feels like.<br /> <br /> Happiness!<br /> <br /> I have asked many people throughout my life time,<br /> What exactly happiness meant to them.<br /> <br /> Many said it was being in love or being loved,<br /> Waking up wrapped in their lovers arms, or <br /> getting a first glimpse of their new born. <br /> “food makes me happy” said one but most said <br /> “I don’t know”<br /> Some said it was achieving success would make them happy<br /> but would anyone ever be satisfied with what they own?<br /> <br /> See, happiness is what I’d say children feels.<br /> Their pure minds appreciate the art of how their <br /> ketchup is sprawled across their plate.<br /> How their tiny minds fathom about how beautiful and <br /> vibrant the colors are of butterfly’s wings.<br /> Their unbroken hearts religiously believes in everything.<br /> Like how they’d fly like superman when they grow up, or<br /> how one would be a princess and live in a castle<br /> <br /> I think once we realize that those were lies<br /> Happiness starts to leave our minds and souls.<br /> The calmness in our heart we use to have as kids<br /> starts to disappear. <br /> I don’t remember the last time I sat in a quiet room<br /> without my mind listing the tasks i had yet to complete <br /> or how I’d be a failure with my best efforts.<br /> The voices in my head becomes so loud <br /> that it physically makes me numb.<br /> <br /> And in all of the amid of confusion and sadness <br /> I try to find beauty in everything<br /> I try to find beauty in people’s confidence<br /> I try to find beauty in people who are so passionate <br /> about their characters. <br /> That they resurrect them from fiction in every sentence<br /> I try find the beauty in stars and how fascinating <br /> the moon looks in the morning skies.<br /> <br /> I try to find something, maybe not happiness.<br /> But something to keep me alive in this world.<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/451fdf901e148a83707db6b3648f3fdc/tumblr_n2s3uxmYAl1rl5nsio1_500.jpg " width="450" />

Special for you :*) You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn't mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much
<br /> Special for you :*)You know, I think one of the worst feelings is finding out that you didn't mean as much to someone as you thought you did, and you just feel stupid, and because you looked desperate, about caring too much <img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a5807761f7d0160153f6d1ab4d59aa6e/tumblr_mp5ii2JbwN1qjcn4do1_400.jpg " width="450" /><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0ce52ff5ce913850eacb73888d9c6504/tumblr_n2i3xhT0Ya1rka0ozo1_500.jpg " width="450" />

Special for you :*)This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
<br /> Special for you :*) This is how you lose her. <br /> You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.<br /> You must remember when she forgets. <br /> You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.<br /> She remembers when you forget. <br /> You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.<br /> You must learn her. <br /> You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. <br /> You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.<br /> And, this is how you keep her.<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/786f85a96e8b3937822ba560ea34b249/tumblr_n39g60KqAZ1shee9mo1_500.jpg" width="450" /><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9583a50875996f786b570e0b4c3fc588/tumblr_n313xvSs0d1snnj7so1_1280.jpg " width="450" />

Special for you :*) Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away.
do not tell her you love her if you are not ready for her to call you at 3 AM freaking out.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot handle her father or mother.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot love her at her worse.
do not tell her you love her if you only crave for her curves, not her mind.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot deal with her mood swings.
do not tell her you love her just to have sex.
<br /> Special for you :*) Stop saying it’s okay when your soul’s bleeding. Stop trying to dodge knives that always end up in the depths of your heart. Stop looking to the ceiling hoping that tears won’t overflow. Stop taking people’s shit. Walk away. <br /> <br /> do not tell her you love her if you are not ready for her to call you at 3 AM freaking out.<br /> do not tell her you love her if you cannot handle her father or mother.<br /> do not tell her you love her if you cannot love her at her worse.<br /> do not tell her you love her if you only crave for her curves, not her mind.<br /> do not tell her you love her if you cannot deal with her mood swings.<br /> do not tell her you love her just to have sex.<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8ad6799f5b5ed3f0fa40b2453c33531a/tumblr_mtpmogVpbi1r352jbo1_500.gif " width="450" /><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m59f28ULma1rrvlygo1_500.gif" width="450" />

Special for you :*)No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

<br /> Special for you :*)No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.<br /> <img src="http://31.media.tumblr.com/31290bb811fc121984a9ac593e3ada48/tumblr_mrs8ieESx71svb3c4o1_500.gif " width="450" /><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6390ccade857f0d21fdf6a40b3f8d00b/tumblr_n36imyInb41rde8c1o1_500.jpg " width="450" />

Special for you :*)Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.

<br /> Special for you :*) Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.<br /> <img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8076f6823a446cfe6c48f28ddd79b03d/tumblr_mwxufmw2gA1snretto4_500.gif " width="450" /><img src="http://31.media.tumblr.com/14e23dff35b62a7ea387f04ba51491a3/tumblr_n1bu9oVVI11qbrd03o1_500.jpg " width="450" />

Special for you :*)I want to be
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night.
<br /> Special for you :*) I want to be <br />the first thing you touch in the morning,<br />and the last thing you taste at night.<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a798943f57ecc13a21e6d86aac46538a/tumblr_miou2q60Sd1rnvehro1_500.jpg " width="450" /><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e006f47a82dbf9340e76d5f40498e8e2/tumblr_mwxufmw2gA1snretto2_500.gif " width="450" />

pecial for you :*)YOU FINALLY WANTED ME. SKIN AND HAIR, LEGS AND CHEST, MOANS AND SIGHS. YOU HAVE YOUR HANDS ON MY NECK AND
I’M TRYING TO PUT MY HANDS ON YOUR HEART.
<br /> Special for you :*) YOU FINALLY WANTED ME. SKIN AND HAIR, LEGS AND CHEST, MOANS AND SIGHS. YOU HAVE YOUR HANDS ON MY NECK AND<br /> I’M TRYING TO PUT MY HANDS ON YOUR HEART. <img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d60e0981197139571ce56693934987f2/tumblr_n0d4v9qd281rhcz6do1_500.jpg" width="450" /><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/dbe8dd329bd595de55f051d02953ed9c/tumblr_n2tf9oKBKE1r8efu6o1_500.jpg " width="450" />