a part of each other’s lives.

“I am so happy!!” She exclaimed to herself out loud in the dark and quiet room, as she wriggled under her bed sheets to get warm.

Indeed, she felt great happiness although nothing particularly great had happened. She was happy that they had seen each other – that alone was an abundant source of happiness. The act of sharing a moment in time, of being around each other, of being able to look at one another, of meeting one another’s gaze in secret communication – what happiness! And she was happy that they had spoken to one another. They had given each other the gift of their attention. They had listen to and responded to, interacted with one another: they had become a part of each other’s lives. What joy there was in that.

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

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