I hesitate to call it "the kind of happiness," because I think joy and happiness are two separate things, but yes, joy doesn't depend on what happens. Joy is something nothing and no one can steal from you.
I'm not perfect. I'm so far from perfect that it isn't even funny. I make mistakes. I hurt people. But when I say I'm sorry I mean it. I would NEVER say I'm sorry unless I really meant it. And I will spend my days proving to you how truly sorry I am.
// "you didn't," she says quietly. "it hurt at first, but the memories were the hard part. after that, I /knew/ that nothing was broken beyond repair, because somethings are worth working towards fixing."