Happy

Sometimes, there's this click. You could be walking on the street, listening to your iPod, sitting on the sofa. You could be in Europe, in a swamp. You could be far or near. There's this click, and it's the sound of things falling into place in your heart, the sound of happiness entering the room. It's when the feelings of sadness lift. You're left smiling for no reason and you can't believe that, in the trillions of moments in your lifetime, you have ever been happier. The seas part, the birds sing and it's all magical, like your childhood's imaginary landscapes. I don't get it a lot.
But when you walk into the room, you make everything click.

I miss you.