Feelings

Happiness (Him) <3

Happiness

For her, being with him is happiness.

For her, his existence.

For her, his presence.

For her, his happiness.

For her, his love.

For her, He is happiness.

She laughs all the time. She couldn't stop her lips, that stretches out on her face. She couldn't stop the glow on her face.

             She feels a flutter, in the deep corners of her heart, when she finds him looking at her.

When he smiles at her.

   When he locks his mesmerizing brown orbs into her own captivating brown ones.

   When she knows he'll be looking at her even when she's looking away.
  
    When he squeezes her hand.

    When his long fingers play with her tiny fragile ones.
  
     When he kisses her cheek, her forehead.

     The Flutter looks for a path, a path to come out.

      A path to be visible. And when it becomes visible, it transforms her face into the happiest grin its ever created.

   The grin almost blinding, people notice, they observe. Then, they whisper-

"She looks so happy."

"She is happy."

"Look, its because of the guy beside her. He makes her happy."

"He makes her laugh."

But, she doesn't hear them. She's too caught up looking at him.

She's preoccupied by his smile.

She's too caught up thanking God.

She's preoccupied, being happy.

She doesn't want flowers, she doesn't need chocolates, for she  doesn't need them to be happy.

She just needs his comforting touch during her tough times.

She just needs his concerned words when she's sick.

Needs his Shoulders when she's crying.

Needs his worried, disturbed, troubled, ' nothings '  when she's in danger.

His scoldings.

His frowns.

His anger.

His whining.

Him. Only Him.

All of it makes him beautiful, from the inside.

All of it makes him, the person he is become now.

A great person. Simple, Humble.

Selfless, Generous.

Respectable, Admirable, Lovable.

Beautiful.