but the things in life, the little things, are what really matter to me.
like having his head in my lap, running my fingers through his hair..
or reading a good book that no matter how much i have to do, i can’t put it down..
or just zoning out listening to music letting it flow through me like blood..
or walking down the street holding his hand…
or the way he reads my mind, most of the time without even looking at me..
or a good hug with someone i missed..
or curling up with a warm blanket watching a good movie..
or when he kisses my forehead..

i am such a sap. but i think that because i was so unhappy for so long, maybe its time for me to be so happy all the time. i still have bad days, they’re a part of life after all, but my good days far outweigh the bad. in my life, i have never considered myself a happy person.. but maybe that is changing?
who knows.