dear happy,
i see him smile,
more genuinely than before.
he always seems to be lost in thought.
and i like it.
he dislikes coffee,
he prefers tea.
he doesn't like loud noises,
or narrow spaces,
he likes quiet places,
where he could relax,
and be distracted.
he seems held back,
to tell me his experiences,
on why his smile,
on the first time we met,
was so empty and forced.
he refuses to speak,
he refuses to listen,
he always leaves.
and i like it.
— y/n