Happiness

I wrote this on March 13 2010. It was an assignment for an English class. However this is the edited version.

You ask me what is happiness? so I ponder.

As I close my eyes, I began to wonder.

I remembered the time she taught me how to swim,

or surprised me with my favorite ice cream.

It’s when he would come home from his business trips;

and spends time with me during dinner, and after he would take me to that beach we claimed ours. 

It’s when I rebelled with my best friend,

punching holes and scarring our body,

inhaling our first cigarette, as it’s passed curfew at a party. 

It’s the time I received the letter I’ve been waiting for-

to leave home to discover more. 

It’s receiving that phone call that I’ve been so impatient about.

Or being surprised by that unexpected visitor I thought I would never have.

It’s the time I spent that cold winter day at a barbeque in my backyard.

or singing along to that one song that’s been stuck in my head.

It’s the time I woke up next to him thinking he is the one.

Then realizing that to love is to let go.

When I come to think about it, I wonder what is happiness?

Is it spending it with those I love that have eventually left me-

or will leave me?

Happiness.

It comes in many ways.

It leaves so unexpectedly.

It is to love and to let go.