Only a Look and a Voice

Samuel

"You told me that you could see me, Remi. You can't make me feel too guilty." Sam pointed out, an amused smirk on his lips. "I thought it would be longer too. I'm not coming back though, yet...just saying hello." Some nights, he did miss his warm bed and his shop, his cat, the easy pace of life selling books. But the potential to be something more (and avoid being drafted) kept him in the woods.

He laughed a little and shook his head at Remi's description of the proposal. "Oh dear. Well...maybe that's better than a plan. I know if I had a plan for something like that I'd be terrified up until the last moment and probably do it wrong." Sam leaned forward. "You didn't actually answer my question, though. What did he say? I assume it was yes as you don't seem too awfully depressed."

And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject