So today I took a walk, just wanted to clear my head and get away from the stress.  I saw a little girl and her dad, probably a single dad guessing by the fact he had no ring on his finger.  They were playing at the park with a little dog, looked like he was about two or three years old, had the shiniest white coat I’ve ever seen on a dog.  They all were smiling and were happy as one could be on such a day.  It made me think, what makes people happy.  What does happiness mean to me, what makes me happy?  Its just a moment in my life where I can forget about everything except whats happening that very second.  Do we need to know pain and sadness to truly be happy or can we live our whole life being happy. This made me think if I am ever truly happy without her to enjoy it with.  Is my mind just telling me that I should be happy during these moments?  Even though I’ve had fun without her was I ever truly happy or was it just enjoyment from the situation I was in.  Then I realized my happiest moments involved her in someway and so did my saddest moments.  Is this what love is?