To be happy
"I wrote something sad again. I had not found any happy stories yet"
"Have you read something happy today?"
"Yesterday? Two days ago?"
I don't answer. Sad. I haven't found them anywhere.
"How about watching movies? They surely have happy endings"
"You're right, but I am not happy write happy stories. They're just -- not me I guess"
"How about our love stories?"
"Do you think our love story is a happy story?"
"Yeah, you're right. It is not a really happy one"
Then we both are trapped into awful silence.
"But I am happy with you"
"So am I!" I replied fast. "These are just tough days"
I rise my head. "Screw you happy stories!"
He looks at me unbelievably.
"If I am not into happy stories why should I be sad? I'm gonna write the sad one and make myself happy. Happiness is homemade"
"Happiness is homemade!" Yelled him and rise his glass of coffee.
We both laugh. I'm going to write many sad stories. That makes me happy.
-- and it makes him happy.