you see, I wish happiness would hit me at 3am. I wish it
would come entering my bedroom with a billion sweet lullabies,
when memories started to frighten me like nightmares, ruining my
mind during midnight. I wish it would sit next to me while I am
surrounded by strange voices and a noisy crowd. I wish it would
hug me when I failed to comfort myself. I wish it would smile at
me and tell me that I should keep going, that I should keep on
living not only by existing. but actually living life the way it
should be. I wish happiness will come when I am not expecting it.
I wish that it would surprise me when all I feel is sadness. I
just thought that maybe it is okay to hope for things to happen
in a different way. maybe it is okay to believe that I deserve
happiness even if I haven’t felt it for a very long
time
