Happiness

The voice I hear through the phone.
The giggles you make when you tease me.
The laughs you burst when I'm getting mad.
The thought of your face.
The thought of your smile.
The thought of your touch.
The thought of being right next to you.
The face that I'm longing for.
The existence that I've always missed.
The appearance that I've always wanted.
The beauty of your being.
The idea of having you.

Happiness.
That's what I call happiness.
You.
My happiness.