Maybemaybemaybe... so many things to consider, but I think this is it...

There are some things in life you know you'll never get fed up with.

Some things like good people, and amazing singing voices.

Like, sun-sets, and sun-rises.

Like eating the cake-mix before you've cooked it, or getting the day off school because of a five minute doctor appointment.

Things like this make everything a little more fresh and warm. Like a nice summer day with a breeze, but the sun still on your skin, heating you up from the inside.

It makes everything warm, and soft, and comfortable, and nice. And calm and perfectandamazing.

Like... like hearing the voice of someone you love when you've had a tough day. Or walking home late at night, exhausted, and passing out on the comfiest and closest thing to you.

Without these moments of life, everything would be cold, cookie-cutter metal lets-make-life-terrible flashflashflash film, where everything's pre-ordered and pre-set.

Where everything's supposed to happen one way, and it will.

Nice, calm, happy moments turn cookie-cutter-metal into plasticine stamps on glow-in-the-dark-paper. They'll always stand out in your memory more, because you enjoyed them, and they'll always feel better when they cross your mind.

And especially when they're happening...

Hm.

I guess, sometimes I forget to think about these moments, about the people who make me smile like an idiot, and I think -for even a moment- that life isn't worth it.

But certain people's smile, and their voice, and their existence is enough to remind me that things can be happy, sometimes.

That things can fit perfectly, and not be altogether right.

Maybe that's love.

Just... the warm feeling where everything isn't perfect, but it is. Where you're talking, but you're not talking. Where you're just... just there, you just exist, and that's all right for once. You're not just there.

You're here.

You exist.

You're alive.

And for once, as much as it did before, that doesn't bother you.