I was thinking today also...I really didn't understand the happiness I saw other people expressing towards each other until I met my husband. I truly didn't. A friend recently suggested that no one in love is truly happy and that if married, we definitely weren't happy. I was nearly offended by that accusation. I'm definitely happy now. I feel bad that my friend has become so bitter and jaded that he believes people who are truly happy with each other are deluding themselves. I have my ups and downs, personally; but when I'm with Brian, I'm very happy. He makes me feel secure and confident and comfortable in ways I never was before.
I know there are a lot of people out there who don't believe in love or happiness, or don't think they are real or attainable, who think love and happiness are stupid and resent others who express their emotions. I know because I used to feel that way. I used to look down on happy lovers. If I'm hokey or deluding myself, then so be it, because I feel great. I'm alive now. I can manage. I can attain. I've surprised myself with my own happiness.