Peeta My Love

What is it that makes me happy? It's always so random. 

A smile from a boy. A simple compliment.

Singing at the top of my lungs by myself.

Reuniting old friendships.

The thought of "Hey, you might get that metal crap off your teeth soon".

Butterflies in my stomach. 

My best friend being happy, and (hopefully) getting over the centaur.

Boys that have totally rad hair from the 80's.

Boys that dress well.

People who actually care.

Small slivers of hope that I carry with me each day.

Dramatic boys, that make me giggle.

Stupid high school relationships.

Knowing, I will marry that perfect man one day.

Drinking a whole lot of water in one day, and having to pee every 20 minutes(yeah, long story).

It's not the big things that make me happy.

Yes, I would like to get asked to prom.

If I don't, it will be just fine. 

It's mostly the small things that make me happy.

The unexpected happy things. 

My Happy is different.

I don't need to be loved by an overrated teenage boy.

I don't need to be asked to prom.

I don't need to have boys talk to me all the time.

I just need the small things.

"Not the best quality but good memories. :)"

always,

Karaboo

p.s.Yes, I am the special one who closed her eyes...