What does it mean to be truly happy anyway?
I think it’s in those moments;
the unforgettable kind.
Like when he leans in for a kiss, his eyes flutter close
and your heart manages to flutter open for those few seconds
when your lips brush his,
But it’s so much more than that; at least this time it is.
You know for sure, and you think he knows this too; until he tells you he’s leaving
and the kiss meant nothing.
Suddenly this isn’t a truly happy moment, it’s only a reminder of a sad moment;
the unforgettable kind.
And you swear to god you won’t let your heart flutter open like that again,
but in all honesty you know your hearts wings will be stuck open for a while longer.
wishing
hoping
waiting
begging to have another truly happy moment; the unforgettable kind.