Blackseraphine

Someday, maybe, you will be blessed with someone who will be happy because of you.

To be happy because of you, even when you're not there. When I read about other people describing describing their ideal relationship, I realized I didn't have one. I never thought of it. And I pondered what that could look like for me.

And I thought, maybe if someone was happy because of you when you're not there, you'd never be forgotten. Because it was easy to have fun with someone because they're right next to you, available to you. And it's easy to think that it could be worth more than it actually is. And it's easy to make the mistake that you're happy. Until they're out of your sight.

And I thought maybe happiness was enduring, persistent; boiling over and spilling out- the little smile you have that you didn't know you were making, that little hum that echoes the songs in your steps.

Someday you'll be the world to someone. Maybe.

And then seeing someone looking so happy...
I felt terrible. Then I felt bad for feeling terrible. Because isn't that the point? To see them happy?

And I wondered if I was forgotten...

And I wondered if I'm like this because I was scared that it was all coming to a close. I knew that would happen all along. That that was the inevitable outcome. In a way, I prepared myself for it.

I see the chatter, the conflicting rumors, and I wondered if any of it was true. If I see people talking about it then there must be more people talking elsewhere that I'm not aware of. But why wouldn't they? It was so obvious that something was different..

I know nothing 100%, so I'll go on as usual. Hold on as usual. Prepare myself until the inevitable comes.