Arravis said:
What happiness is for me... it is what is on a painting hanging in my fiancee's and I's apartment:
"I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that."
I gotta get me one of those..once the latter part of the second sentence applies to me.

But in my opinion, the deepest feelings of love cannot be expressed through words...although a lot of people try...which is where we get poetry.
...a warm blanket on a cold day.
...an air conditioner on a hot day.
...money, since it gives you time to do what you want and enjoy yourself.
...seeing the hypnotist at your high school grad party mess with everyone.
...seeing a cat chase a laser-pointer.
...something I rarely feel. Well,
real happiness anyway.
...knowing that somewhere, at any given time, someone is falling in love.
...elusive.
...knowing that someday, somehow, you'll find a way to tell her how you feel about her.
