My soul
without love is happy
as my worth is not
dependent
on love of a man.

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My soul
without love is happy
as my worth is not
dependent
on love of a man.
In love, I am so completely happy.
Please remember to just be happy, and stay in the moment.
Listen to the quiet, to the symphony of a happy life. Let the love sink in.
Wanderlust is to believe happy lived where it is easy to stay lost.
You make me happy enough, somehow.
We were so happy, we were so beautiful and then... my soul broke.
In a place of unfamiliar country, my hair tousled in invigorating air and exhilaration. I was happy, undoubtedly.
Isn't it odd? How we put off living til one way or another we discover a happy life.
The simplest of things - laughter, gratitude and silence make me happy.