Happy.


I love hearing about what you love.
I love it more when I get to see you in your element.
It makes me smile to see you actually be in bliss.
I takes away all your hurt,
Every scar that you have,
Every burden that you carry.
It just makes you feel alive again...
And I love that I can see that.
I love it because you of all people deserve to be happy
You of all people, who have slain many demons;
You of all people, who have fought many battles...
Deserve to be happy.
You have been through hell & back a million times over,
And you deserve to feel happy.
To smile.
To laugh.
To enjoy what you're doing.
To feel every breath flow through your body
Without all that pain
And without all that weight that once went with it.
Seeing your eyes light up,
Seeing you all jittery when it comes to your passion;
I could not ask for something more beautiful.
You, happy.

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