Happy, a five letter word that sounds foreign on my tongue. My name is Ruth Anderson. If I were born a male it would have been Ryan. Drugs, alcohol, fast relationships, all of them can get you fake happiness. The thing is they aren't permanent and you aren't truly happy. I thought I wouldn't have ever felt the sensation, but then I stumbled into a guy and he made me melt under his eyes. "You know what I want, to change the damage your exes did to you." I said. Thomas replied " You want to know what I want, to change your last name." "You're completely crazy, Thomas we wouldn't be happy together." I said. He took a step closer to me and I said "I think I've forgotten how to feel happy." "I thought I did too until I met this girl." He said as he brushed his hand against my cheek. "Now I'm the happiest I've ever been." He smiled and his eyes gleamed and at that moment I knew he was telling the truth. He leaned in, closing the space between us. The feeling of his lips gently brushing against mine. Warmth embodied me like a freshly cleaned blanket being wrapped around my body. I placed my head against his chest and he held me tenderly. Then I said "I think I'm happy." And nuzzled my face into his shoulder.