My Happiest memory is you.
Ever since you came into the shell of my empty existence, with the light underneath your glistening feet, I soon began to abandon the layers of my darkness and embraced the warmth you bring me.
Mere words cannot even begin to express, no, comprehend the divine gift of sparkling radiance which is you. To limit myself to settling for the time spent together and singling out just one moment between our two distinct selves would be a mortal sin.
The entirety of your being plagues my thoughts at every aching second I draw breath. The way snow falls from your lashes whenever you smile, and the way your deep brown eyes hold my gaze whenever you so walk into the room.
I carry the memory of you in my heart and in the pocket of my ripped jeans. I vividly recall the laughs you blessed my ears with, and the tears you hid from me, believing I did not notice. The words you never said and the promises I never kept.
There is never a time when I walk past a mirror and the first thing that comes to mind is how many times we've been late because you take your oh so precious time 'touching up' your face.
There is no part of you which is imperfect and not a single thing about you which I cannot forget. The times you have to drive back home from the store because you forgot your purse, or the moments when all you do is push a strand of hair behind your ear and my heart is set ablaze.
At times like these when I sit beside a broken window, with blood dripping from my bleeding wrists, I often think back to you and find my worries melting away like butter before a fire.
In those moments I no longer feel despair or the pain of living on, but instead flip through the pages of my mind thinking of you. Through every sunrise and sunset, every spring and winter, at the start of the year and the end of it, it's you, the memory of you that gets me through it.
Which is why you are everything to me, the voice that greets me when I wake up into this miserable existence I call living. The scent that lingers on wherever and I go. And the feeling that surrounds, embraces and overwhelms me.
The living memory in my head.
My Happiest Memory.
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