Words We Could Never Find

[Prologue]

"If there comes a time you lose faith in my feelings and want to leave," he whispered softly, leaning into me until our foreheads touched, "I want you to remember us this way."

I stared delicately at the small heart-shaped necklace I had lost a few years ago. It was still beautiful. Simple, but it means so much to me. More so now than before because he was the one who had found it and returned it to me. It amazes me how he managed to take care of it, even if he never knew it was mine.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," I began, sniffling slightly because I was trying hard not to cry, "but that time will never come." I smiled at him, placing my hand on his cheek.

"Who says I'm disappointed?" he chuckled, placing his hand above mine.

"Then I guess you're stuck with me." I muttered, sighing a content sigh.

"Sounds wonderful." he replied with a dazzling smile before closing the space between us.

**

Everybody has those moments where everything is perfect and they couldn't ask for anything else.

Everybody has gone through happiness. Some stay in it, and some leave.

Happiness is always a choice. It's always there. You can ignore it but it never leaves.

Smiling is a part of a person's regular routine. We might cry for twelve hours straight but by the end of the day, there's always something that makes us smile. Whether it's a corny joke or an action of love.

Happiness is an important part of love. But then again, not all people who love get that happiness.

Love is the most beautiful thing in one person's life, but it can be the worst in another's.

Love makes us stupid. We can choose to admit that or not but we all know it's true. Falling in love is not something we can control but so what? We can't control life either. We can only steer it towards the direction we want.

Like how we can make our own path towards happiness.

I want to be happy. Who doesn't right?

But somehow, no matter how hard I try, I still go back to the same thing.

And it hurts me because I can't find what I'm looking for.

He's here, I know he is. But there's something missing.

A couple of puzzle pieces that would make things complete.

A puzzle we could never piece if we can't work together.

And in everything that's happened, I'm still looking. I'm searching for what used to be. I'm searching for us.

I'm looking for our love.

Our love that seems to be lost behind words we could never find.