Her and I

We sat there, after a walk. Unlike most of the days she remained silent, moody might be the right word. We stood there, on the bridge, getting some rest after our routine evening walks.
She was gazing at the setting sun, her face telling me that something was going on, inside her.
“what happened ?" I asked. She looked at me, took a deep sigh, kept looking at the sun again.
“what happened? I have been noticing you since I got back today? Talk to me, let me listen” I added up.
"Well i am having some deep thoughts ,you know ,about life, people, how people are bound to be miserable and how people are so used to it"
She stopped for a while. I kept looking at her, letting her know that I wanted her to continue, such ways of gentle coaxing, gesturing each other that one of us needs to talk or need to listen to the other.
She continued “We are so used to the idea of sacrifices, we glorify it, we glorify leading miserable lives. We conclude that being miserable is normal. When in all actuality it is not, not at all! Our conditioning has normalised being miserable, being miserable is like being in our comfort zones. You know what happens? Every moment we spend being happy we are taken back to those moments were we found ourselves in those miserable corners of those rooms, where we hugged ourselves, enclosed into our own boxes, sharing our miserable thoughts with ourselves, circulating it, a vicious circle, never ending. Thus,in moments of happiness we remember to be a little less happy because we are reminded of our comfort zones, is it so hard to realise that the comfort zone is being miserable?
From generations to generations we are passed down this ideal that has made happiness seem beyond our vicinity, that we need to struggle for it. We let this moment slip away, as our unconscious effort to drive ourselves back into that comfort zone ,sets in”.
I smiled at her closing the gap between us, held her face in my arms “And what did you realise ”.
She smiled “I found this harsh reality ,I guess. How we let moments of happiness skip away in our constant attempt at being miserable, I don't want neither of us to be that way. Yes life can be difficult at times but I want us to make the most of our happiness and not dwell on being miserable and not hold on to our comfort zones. We should grow, outgrow it, and fly. Be reminders to each other ,when we hold on to the familiar sense of being miserable that we are free, we can be ourselves, we don't need to sacrifice a lot to be, that we just need to breath, live and let live and sometimes, no, I mean most of the times kiss, with all the love we have for each other and we should not stop, never, we should not stop, hehe" She chuckled.
I held her hand in mine, our noses rubbed against each other as the lips found each other and we hugged, smiling. Holding each other close, we looked at the reflection of the moon on the river.