The thought of you – alone – makes me happy

Why is it so hard to put in  words all that you’re feeling is pure bliss?

Why is it so easy to pour your heart out when you’re hurting?

Maybe, we got to be overwhelmed with the whole being – or the thought – of the reason why we’re happy.

Maybe that is really true because writing this makes me think of you.

Because, to be honest, the reason I am writing this is you.

— J.J.

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