this is the story of the boys who loved you

happiness is really not that difficult. it's driving down hyde park boulevard on a sunny day with a good friend, identical hand stamps from an irish bar 1 night and 120 miles away. the car smells of the sandwiches we just picked up. it is the warmth of a sunny fall day, and napping away the effects of a boisterous night. it's when you feel that life is short and fleeting, but in a small insignificant way, you've grasped it.