Rapture

You. You are nothing short of a million lovely things, and though the world is smitten with every little piece, the thing that always comes to my mind when I see you deep in the beauty of the earth as it too utters your name, is this: That is the goal. To be that happy.

Of all the things I have taken with me from knowing you, this is the one I treasure the most. Not the romance. Not the laughter. Not the chivalry. The happiness.

Because I want to be that happy. Because everyone deserves to be that happy. And you are. And there’s no doubting it, joy spills and it stains everything you touch. It rises from the ground and lingers everywhere you go and there is a brightness in your soul that illuminates a part in mine reminding me of what it truly means to be alive: rapture.

I do envy you. I feel like I’ve been chasing this beast that is happiness and yet it’s as if happiness chases you. It adores you. And maybe I should tell you this. That your joy inspires me. That I breathe it in and it feels clean, like air on a mountaintop. Above the clutter and the filth and the chaos of everyday life. But instead, I’ll keep you as a token of a sweet memory that calls my name and pulls me home where the wildflowers bloom and the creatures live without fear.