It’s the little things.
Like the feeling of my head against his chest, like the look in his eyes, the comfort I find in his presence.
Like the colors of the sky, like the sounds of the night, like the sights I have never seen but soon will.
Like the feeling of love, the feeling of acceptance, the feeling of embracing anything and everything.
The feeling of finding your match, your one and only.
Enlightenment.
Like the feeling of wind in my hair, and freedom at my grasp, and power in my voice.
Like the hope for a new tomorrow.
It’s the big things.