I'm walking and I feel the familiar sense of happiness.
Not the kind that lasts for a moment, when something nice happens.
The kind that aches through your body with a sensational sort of pain.
The kind of happiness you feel after being too sad for too long.
And the memories of happiness flood back to you.
And you almost forgot what it felt like.
The kind of happiness that makes you want to dance with your enemy,
And stare at the stars, like they are staring back at you, emitting joy, almost as if they are aware of your reunion with the ache.
The kind of happiness where the elegant chime of a piano and the condensation of a sweet tea glass creates rings on the porch.
The kind of happiness where dull and dimming fairy lights and light music make you feel like heaven.
The kind of happiness where you don't know why.
You don't know why.
Yet you hold this pillow of joy close to your chest, in fear it might fly away and steal your heart with it and it might not give it back like it did last time.
And you know you deserve this kind of happiness, where your heart is stuck in your stomach, and your mind is somewhere among the fireflies-
-but it's glowing to bright to locate it among the crowd.
And you love this kind of happiness.
