With love, Happiness ❤

I am really creative. Like you might be good at stuff and use your imaginations to make paintings, dances, music, poems and amazing things like those. But i use imaginations to make friendships and laughter and love and a life. And just like your paintings enchant others, my love does it too.
It’s just that i am parasitic, and so people avoid me. I require space in your heart for survival, but i don’t take much of it’s space, i acquire the smallest corner at the bottom of it. But if i do that i need you to feed me, feed me with others’ smiles and some already existing love, some fresh air, some sweet words, a good health and that’s it. I will make all those problems in your lives into one of those humorous scenes from an amazing comedy. I am creative i told you. I would create all those things i told you i would. But then i’m parasitic and you’ll slowly, slower than your actual pace, die. But wouldn’t that be better? Because you’ll die anyways right?
I hope you understood me.

With love,
Happiness.❤