Simple things make me happy; like watching the look on my other half when
I make her laugh; like seeing a beautiful sunrise and being glad that I force
myself out of bed; like feeling the intimacy of a warm hug.
My other half tells me that I seldom laugh. Instead, I smile a lot. She
says there’s this look on my face when I smile. While some seem the kind that
burst out in happy laugher, I was the kind that gave a mild and controlled grin
that only hinted at the joy that was truly held within.
It still shocks me how well she can read me sometimes.
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