I’m not a person who understands how to enjoy much of anything. I have very few material or emotional desires. The last time I remember being happy about anything was a few years ago. To keep it brief and not sappy, while it was a very confusing time in my life (because again, I never actually learnt how to deal with being happy,) I’ve come to realise from the collection of feelings I felt then that I’d probably be immensely happy seeing my wife smile.