Happiness is when you drink the vodka without trying to drown your memories. Happiness is when your phone vibrates and your heart doesn’t drop three stories into your stomach or get caught in your throat because you hope it’s them texting you. Happiness is the first night you don’t stay up until 2am thinking back to every sweet nothing they whispered in your ear and questioning how someone could say all of that and still leave. Happiness is the result of realizing that their presence is not essential to your survival. Happiness is remembering that you are enough.