Constance 4

Little things like these make me the happiest. Moments that may, at first glance, seem insignificant, but which warms me up from within. I never knew before just how much they would mean later, when they are no longer moments, when they turn into memories. But now I know, and I am trying my best, learning to appreciate them as they happen, when they are still moments.

It is 2 in the morning and we are in the kitchen. The Black Keys are playing and we are singing along to Weight of Love in our shorts and t-shirts. You are standing in front of the stove, slowly and carefully bending in your attempt to make perfect omelettes. I'm looking at you, and you are so beautiful. You don't even know all this beauty you hold. I know you and I know you are beautiful in your kindness, in your strength, in your laughter and in your pain.

You're making me laugh again. You always make me laugh. You say something stupid, and I laugh like it is the funniest thing I've heard. You come in front of me and we laugh together like we have no pain. Then you come even closer and hold me in your arms, my head on your chest and your hands stroking my hair, and for that moment, everything feels right and I have no pain. Nothing hurts for as long as that one eternity in your arms lasts. I am happy.

This is the best kind of happiness. The kind that you feel deep inside. Like a lantern glowing in the deepest part of your heart, it warms you up from the root. It is not too hot that it blazes you, but it is just right. Slowly but surely, that kind of happiness warms you up throughout.