Happiness

Happiness.
Most sources of happiness appear in a place,
a discreet location,
Possibly,
 a favorite restaurant,
Could even,
 Be located within their own residence,
But my happiness,
My happiness tops all of those just by walking into a room
My happiness isnt a place or thought,
My happiness is a person.
A person so special,
So unique,
My stomach fills with fluttering butterflies at the thought of him.
Him.
His perfect ways,
Smile
Posture
The way he carries himself
It almost feels surreal
That a person with zero flaws..
Could love someone with,  plenty,
Plenty of ups and downs,
Plenty of insecurities,
Plenty of thunderstorms just raging inside,
A boy
So intelligent
So outrageous,
A girl
So broken
So careless
The perfect match in their point of view
Fire meets ice.
Ice meets fire.
They were made for each other.