Do you remember the good times?

I've decided happiness isn't a state of being. Happiness happens in little increments, it's a beautiful day,or swimming in the creek with your favorite people, holding hands with the man you love. Sometimes they are so small that we don't even notice these little slices of happiness.

Feels like a thousand bees flapping their wings on your bare butt while singing "hips don't lie" by Shakira while you consume their honey.

Good times are the little things that happen every day... there was no particular time in my life that was good or happy.

My good times for me are nowadays. The past sucked. It was hell.

Yes I do remember