He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. There was static. almost like an electric shock. He felt the sparks, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night. He was happiness. Genuine happiness. Not the kind that goes away after a day. But the kind that stays. and etches a smile on to your face all the time.