Sadness speaks louder in words.

I want to keep the happy moments so I can have plenty of reasons to love. For every happy moment, there's an infinite amount of hope to hold on to because happiness finds its way around to you. It's lurking around dark corners, leaking out from pipes, it's morbid to see happiness in such a creepy light but it does pounce on you when you least expect it. I want to remember you appearing in my life. Even the horrible things you did. I want you to know how terrible I felt, and how happy you can make me.

Sorry for my miserable entries. I guess words are not really enough for my happy moments, and maybe I'm just a person of negative vocab.