a new life

such distance taught she and i that we can’t succeed for too long without the other. yes, we broke up. but not long after things clicked that despite problem, we make each other happy like no one else can. so we are back together and quite happy again. moreso than before. it’s like a new life. after such an experience, we have come to an appreciating of each other more than before. and the only thing that falls away is writing. why is it that i can’t write when happy but only when terminally sad. why must angst and depression be my only effective muse? but i least i am happy. though sadly, without works of art. i wish all well.