MOOD

5 | happiness

I used to be happy.

I used to look bright in every photo.

I was smiling like the happiest girl in everything goddamn photo.

Because I was. I never knew I was capable of having so much happiness in life.

I was in love with you. You were in love with me.

I always took one step higher from you on an escalator, so that I could be almost as tall as you. Almost. 

I've always been the touchier one. I would always took my best chance to snake my palms to the either sides of your face, pucker up my lips, kisses received.

Life couldn't be better as you held my hands and kissed me as the escalator ascended.

We were inseparable. We were high in love.

Now I'm falling back down.

To a place without you, without us.

A place without laughter, without love. A place I must hold myself when I cry, crying for the loss of you.

I wonder if one day I can be happy again. Being happy even without you.

I wonder if one day I can be loved again. Be loved by myself, and not by you.

I think I can. I must.