Tati

Happy

In truth, I find it strange. How I’ve tried to do so much for you and to think I get this in return. Nothing. Not even your happiness? Am I simply incapable of making you happy? Or perhaps, you’re simply unable to be happy, in a real sense, from the inside out. What is wrong with you? To suggest that I do all of those things when it would lead to this. I’ve tried so much. So many things. So many days. Years. Months. For nothing at all.

Do tell. Why is happiness always temporary?