"He used to tell me all the time; reasons why I should be happy. He would say it to me randomly, and ironically, when there was no reason to do so.
He would tell me I should be happy; because my eyes were brown. He told me that anyone who looked into them, would see soft melting chocolate illuminated in a soft ray of light.
He would tell me I should be happy; because of how I laughed. He said that anyone who hears it, would feel like they were standing in the middle of a field of flowers, being embraced by the passing breeze.
He would tell me I should be happy; because of my way with words. He said that anyone who read what I wrote, would feel the most strikingly beautiful pain in their hearts. And they would yearn to read all that I wrote, even if a part of them withers everytime they do so.
I have always wondered why he had these reasons; and what his reasons to tell it to me were.
And now that all these years have passed, I have figured out what lies beneath his words.
Everytime he would say,
"You should be happy."
His reason softly whispered,
"Because I love you." - miranda j.
YOU ARE READING
A Thousand Words
Poésiemiranda j. ____ Because to love is a wonderful feeling, no matter how painful it may be. So, I went ahead and fell for you. ____ a book of prose and poetry by yours truly.
