There are lots of things to be happy about like you and I holding each other in a cuddle, you unconsciously tightening your hold on my hand, me singing you one of your favorite ballad songs, you teasing me about my childhood picture with Mr. Pringles, me gliding my thumb across your lower lip, the two of us unknowingly staring at each other and ending up sealing our own lips together..

but what I am mostly happy about is that you're mine and I am yours.. that we are each other's source of happiness.. that we love each other.. that we're inseparable.. that nothing could come in between...

but those just became mere and senseless thoughts because now, I watch you kiss someone else.. someone that's not me.