Paper Hearts | A children's story. Allegedly.

Thanks. But it has passed. It always does when I fall asleep. I know it'll take a few months before that text has an effect on me again, so I'll probably read it again in August.

It's a odd thing about me, as I don't like happiness as in feeling light and smiling and thinking 'lightly', and I only feel happiness, as in content to the state of things and feeling warm and good almost exclusively when I have this feeling of melancholy, and compassionate longing. It's hard to explain. The only other thing that makes me nearly as happy is love, but I fear it too much for it to be of any use to me.