About the little joys that make us happy

Sometimes it seems that happiness is something huge: a career, traveling to the other end of the world, noisy events. But the longer I live, the more clearly I understand: the most real emotions are born from little things.

A morning with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a book that I have been putting aside for a long time, a random smile from a passerby, a long conversation with a person who understands you at a glance. Even the rain outside the window becomes pleasant if there is a shoulder nearby to lean on.

I believe that these are the moments that form the basis of intimacy. And I want to share them with a person who will appreciate simple happiness as much as I do. Maybe this is the real magic of relationships?