a Friday night 6:59 pm.
They were happiness filed into bodies of their own. People I long for when times are low enough to make me feel utterly alone.
They make me forget every small sense of stress that my perfect life has. They erase the cold weather and instead fill me with thrilling heat. We balance eachother out, all three of us.
Two excited bodies of sunshine and one dull moon. It bought happiness and tranquility to the mind, body, and soul.
There aren't many words to describe it, breathtaking? It feels like we're a dream team and there's nothing we can't do. Never apart. Forever lasting. Spiritually.
Without them, I think every part of my life that has finally experienced color would turn grey. They force light onto me, make me see the world in different perspectives. It makes me wonder what one would do in a certain situation if it wasn't me.
As the snow had fallen over our heads our laughter had filled the freezing air. The view was immensely beautiful. But it hurt to stare up at the snow that fell through the rays of the street lights. I couldn't look away, I was trapped between wanting to stare down at the dark ground to gazing at the two people I call my happiness skip through the falling snow. It was like a movie, huge smiles and sparkling eyes.
I didn't part take in any action, because I could only stare at the pretty scene unfolding before me.
We wrote words in the snow, them sketching inappropriate slangs. I on the other hand engraved a simple word,
Me
I hadn't thought out what I wanted to write, instead I let my foot push into fresh snow and I somehow ended up with that.
I'll label it as a reminder, to remind myself who exactly is the one enjoying a beautiful moment in life.
Me, I was.
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