Sometimes I catch myself thinking that happiness is not a luxury at all.
It's not a villa, not a million dollars in your bank account, and not even the perfect man by your side.
We girls don't really need that much... but we need it to be real 💌

We need:
— to be noticed, not just seen 👀
— to be listened to, not interrupted
— to be hugged not because we have to, but because we want to 🤍
— to feel, not analyze
— not to be lost when we lose ourselves

Happiness is when you have somewhere to go on a bad day,
and someone to be silent with when you don't feel like talking.
It's when you drink your coffee in the morning and someone writes to you:
“Take it easy. You can do it. I'm here for you.” ☕✨
When you don't have to pretend to be strong.
When you can be yourself — even in stretched-out pajamas and in a bad mood.

Happiness isn't loud.
It's not perfect.
It's real. It's yours. It's warm. It's simply feminine.

We smile at the little things:
— at our favorite song on the bus
— at a chance glance
— from the phrase “I'm proud of you”
— from the way he fixed his hair, thinking you didn't notice

So how much do we need to be happy?

Very little.
Just to be loved. Understood. Not forgotten.
And heard a little bit — truly 🕊️