Happier
I saw her smile,
she’s so beautiful.
The way she laughs
makes me laugh too.
I love it that way.
I can see that she’s happy
being with her loved ones.
The aura of glee is there,
around them who enjoy it.
They’re complete.
I wish I’m with them
to make her smile too
but I’m afraid to give it a try.
My confidence is low.
I don’t want to ruin their moment.
I'm just here watching them from afar.
I’m contented with what I’m doing
because she’s happier
being with her family.
Which I failed to be part of.
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Love and Pain
PuisiLove hurts, indeed. But it isn't love if there's no pain because you'll still experience pain while loving someone. If love hurts you continuously, then it isn't love anymore.
