I was happy when I met you.
I never thought there'd be someone who could understand my thoughts, my silence and my masks.
It was you who made my walls shift, little by little until it created a space to let you in.
I was happy that you were there when the sun hid behind the clouds and angry rain poured down.
I was happy to share that umbrella with you.
I was happy when it flew away and we'd have to run to avoid being soaked. But in the end, when we finally found shelter, our clothes were wet and the coldness started to seep in. Still, I was happy. Because for the first time, there was someone who managed to stand the coldness inside me. You held me tight, and I was happy, because your heat gave me comfort and safety and an overwhelming feeling inside me.
I was happy. And when I fell for you, it was beyond words. I have prayed and hoped that someday you would also feel this. That someday you would be able to see how wonderful it is.
You said you didn't believe in love. And I was happy to hear it, because that only means I can you show what love is.
And I was so happy when you said you're inlove.
I was so happy for you that I wasn't able to feel the tears roll down as I watch you fall inlove for someone else.
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