Are You Happy?

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Hi.

I am the Acid Bug. And I am not an insect. I was born this way, the type of human that I am. And I was happy.

Happy, untill the day I realised my self. My Acid Bug Self. And there was someone who made me realise it. I would like to believe that I was happier after that. And I do believe it. Just that there are so many things I believe, that it all gets mixed up sometimes. Beliefs, I think, are a very good substitute to reality.

This is not about me though. Its about her. She, who is more refreshing than a mint on a hilly winter morning. She, who feels more warm than the crisp sun warmed towel right after a shower. She, who is the brightest star you can see, even on a cloudy night. And since you know that nights are mostly cloudy, you find comfort in her mere existence. She is that thin line of difference that exists between sharing a song because you love it, and sharing a song because you want someone else to love it. She likes being innocent and not being aware of it. And because she likes it, you know that she is not that innocent after all. And above all this, she loves to live life like a piece of fiction.

But all these are descriptors. The most important thing that defines her is that she wanted to be happy. Always.

Without being judgemental, let me tell you that she fell in love. Strangely enough, with me, the Acid Bug. I dont know if it was good, bad, meant to be, or how exactly did it impact her search for happiness. It just was. And it stayed.

Now, here we have two individuals, one of whom IS happy, and the other who WANTS to be happy. Where does one go from here?