The last happiness

I can remember the last time I was happy. To be clear, by “happy” I don’t mean that I recall the last time I laughed until my belly hurt or the last time I just couldn’t stop smiling, I mean that I remember the first time I felt broken and how I haven’t stopped feeling broken ever since. As a consequence, everything before that moment seems to encapsulate “happiness” for me. I was 11 or maybe 12 and I was listening to Kelly Clarkson’s first (and best) album whilst sitting in…