Friday, 28 March 2014

 Friday, 28 March 2014. One of the best memories ever. Having an amazing dinner at a nice place with the people I love. Awesome conversations filled with laughter. That's what I call happiness.

Something that fills the heart.

 You know the feeling of something filling your heart? Not the suffocating way instead in a way that makes you feel complete. In a way that makes you feel hope and makes you feel alive again. The months and months of emptiness just disappears and you feel, love. 

You're afraid, of how absolutely wonderful this feeling is because every time something wonderful happens, next comes along the bad. But somehow, something inside tells you it's all going to be worthwhile. Something tells you taking a leap of faith and trusting your heart is right.

And if you don't, you know you're going to regret not chasing after love. Because love itself is what makes one whole, what makes one's life worth living and what makes one truly happy. 

Just a little something.

The soft brush of your hair against my face as you breathe into my neck.
The touch felt upon our fingertips as you slide yours across mine.
The sound of our beating hearts and the rhythm of our breath.
The depth of your voice and strength of your grasp.
All that was felt at that moment could never leave my chest.
For the feeling of love and hope is one never to forget.