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What is happiness?

Happiness is playing Brothers in Arms and getting genuinley excited when you beat your favorite (which also happens to be the most difficult) level on Difficult and earn that medal.

Happiness is having a friend that will rub my the back of my head, who will go out of their way to make sure I'm comfortable, who can comfort me even when I'm really upset... and throughout that entire time, never ever ever have to be told how to comfort me... they just know.

Happiness is having a friend that makes you want to stay up until your eyes fall out because you're scared it'll be gone the next day. A friend who you can laugh and smile about anything at all, because when you're with them, nothing else matters at all; a friend who probably doesn't realize just how important they are.

Happiness is forgetting about all the small, bad things in life, no matter how important, and just enjoying all the things that make up happiness, at least for a little while.

Happiness is those friends, is Doctor John Dorian, is Michael Scott, is Brothers in Arms, is little blue slimes... Happiness is always there, it just always gets clouded over by small, frustrating things.

I strangley feel free... I know it won't last but.. wow... I love you guys. I really, really love you guys. I want to be with you guys always.

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