Except when you're sad; because I could never be completely happy when you're sad.
And if my sadness makes you even sadder, then it escalates until we're both just one big blubbering mess, without any hope at all.
It's a good thing that our happiness doesn't depend on each other, but on the one who created the stars that we can look up at in the sky at night, and remember that he's got everything under control.
And he makes beautiful things that make me happy — like you.
And that makes me happy.
