My whole life I have been exposed to the word "happy."
I have seen all the movies, I have learned to define it.
But I never truly understood.

I never had "the one"
that made me feel like nothing could go wrong.
Bending reality is a lie.

I never had a perfect record,
or a family lifestyle.
Just look at where I am today.

Perfection never existed.
It remains only in fairy tales.
Ones that I will never tell.

When my best friend died,
my world stopped turning.
I was at a loss for words.

I could no longer speak
Talk, Write.
I was mentally and physically drained.

I no longer had the ability to express my emotions,
besides the ones of sadness.
I felt alone.

No one could criticize me for it.
We all know the feeling.
We all have experienced it before.

I was angry,
my writing no longer painted a picture.
It now was all facts.

Then one night I had a dream.
A flashback of my friend.
She was simply there laughing.

I woke up confused,
my stomach in a knot.
I was happy.

I knew she was okay,
I knew I could no longer be mad.
And at that single moment.
I experienced Bliss: Perfect Happiness.