"Hmm? Why?"
"Because I'm too happy."
"You silly." John Fame laughed at her.
"Really," Lissy Lock said, "I live every day joyful and contented, free from worries. Having you, a home, our child, and our elders. This really is the life of happiness I've always imagined. Not like before…"
Before, Lissy Lock felt, every day, that the sky was grey.
Unrequited love, unanswered pleading.
Every day filled with pain and agony, walking on thin ice, with fate completely out of her control.
"Isn't the hardship of the past for the happiness we're enjoying now?" asked John Fame.
Lissy Lock paused a moment: "Now I think, there is a saying that is just… too true."
"What?"
"Unhappy people all have their own miseries, but happy people… are mostly all alike."
John Fame glanced at her: "You're lost in thought again."
Lissy Lock didn't say anything more, only snuggled into his arms, finding immense comfort there.
