梁, DIMAS.

Thank you. Thank you for a single smile that can turn me into a butterfly, wandering through a garden in bloom. Yeah, it’s too much—it’s just a smile, perhaps..? But you know, don’t you? I’ve always had a soft spot for a sweet smile. It’s the very first thing I notice.

Those lips would occasionally curve into a crescent, revealing just how sweet she looked when she smiled. Truly, if there is one thing in this world worth being grateful for, it is a smile.

Dark brown irises locked onto the woman, he just met, in front of him, who kept chattering about dinosaurs—how they lived, how they ate, how they killed. That spark of enthusiasm made her glow even brighter, pulling me effortlessly into the world of her imagination.

To me, happiness is when my lips curve into a smile without me noticing. Something simple, yet filled with meaning. Even my eyes can make my heart race—fast and sudden, like a lightning strike that wakes the whole world in the middle of the night.

What kind of suffering, exactly? I don’t... really know? There are countless things that can make life feel that way—poverty, religion, gender, finances, love, and everything in between. And yet… I’ve never truly felt that my life is as miserable as they claim.

SOME PEOPLE SAY HAPPINESS IS EASY TO COME BY. Others say the opposite—that you have to fight for it, earn it with effort. And then there are those outside that circle who insist we don’t deserve happiness at all, because life is nothing but suffering.

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