Happiness is waking up next to him. Seeing him open his sleepy eyes while a smile forms in his lips. The taste of his kiss. The way he hugs me, and the few minutes we steal from the day, in bed, wrapped around each other.
Happiness is breakfast, sitting opposite him, talking about the day to come, the week to come, our next date.
Happiness is the sound of the shower as I lie down on his blue sheets, taking this moment in, feeling as if I am the luckiest man in the world.
Happiness is him.