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76heart ● delilah, lilah ● female ● she/her ● 400 words
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Unlike what some wish to believe in a willful blindness to the truth, happiness is not something that can be bought from trees, or grown with the flowers. It comes with simple things, little things that most miss because they are so used to it being there. Happiness comes from a smile through one's sorrows, from a wish come true, from a good day in a bout of awful. Perhaps for some it could be grown with the flowers, or even the weeds, but she had found the most happiness came from the little things, that meant oh-so-very much, and the smiles that came with them, no matter how melancholy or bittersweet, and that is where she found her own happiness, her own joy.
There was just something special, something so uniquely wonderful about seeing the smiles she had the privilege of seeing in her little shop. Some were filled with sorrow, but with a joy still laced within, at the memories of a loved one they had lost, and the feeling of the lost's favorite flowers in their paws, arranged just the way they had liked it, to lay on their grave in bittersweet remembrance of the life, or place somewhere else that paid tribute to them still. Others were filled with noting but true, utterly beautiful, unbridled joy, and a special sparkle within their eyes that could never be described, no matter how hard one tried to find the words. There was just something within them that lit up, that caused them to glow in radiance, and look oh-so bright, when one was picking flowers for, or talking about the one whom they loved the most. Speaking of a passion brought such light to someone, and speaking of a love brought even more.
There were other, more nervous smiles, ones unsure, yet certain all the same, and she found those to have a special sweetness to them. It was usually the start of something, a beginning, or an end to a fresh start, and then something new. She got to watch whatever those smiles grew into, and see them become surer with time, if they ever came again, and often, they did.
It was her greatest joy to see the smiles they wore, in all it's many faces and variants, but what made her even happier, was seeing the bright, glorious grin of the one whom she loved.
76heart ● delilah, lilah ● female ● she/her ● 400 words
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Unlike what some wish to believe in a willful blindness to the truth, happiness is not something that can be bought from trees, or grown with the flowers. It comes with simple things, little things that most miss because they are so used to it being there. Happiness comes from a smile through one's sorrows, from a wish come true, from a good day in a bout of awful. Perhaps for some it could be grown with the flowers, or even the weeds, but she had found the most happiness came from the little things, that meant oh-so-very much, and the smiles that came with them, no matter how melancholy or bittersweet, and that is where she found her own happiness, her own joy.
There was just something special, something so uniquely wonderful about seeing the smiles she had the privilege of seeing in her little shop. Some were filled with sorrow, but with a joy still laced within, at the memories of a loved one they had lost, and the feeling of the lost's favorite flowers in their paws, arranged just the way they had liked it, to lay on their grave in bittersweet remembrance of the life, or place somewhere else that paid tribute to them still. Others were filled with noting but true, utterly beautiful, unbridled joy, and a special sparkle within their eyes that could never be described, no matter how hard one tried to find the words. There was just something within them that lit up, that caused them to glow in radiance, and look oh-so bright, when one was picking flowers for, or talking about the one whom they loved the most. Speaking of a passion brought such light to someone, and speaking of a love brought even more.
There were other, more nervous smiles, ones unsure, yet certain all the same, and she found those to have a special sweetness to them. It was usually the start of something, a beginning, or an end to a fresh start, and then something new. She got to watch whatever those smiles grew into, and see them become surer with time, if they ever came again, and often, they did.
It was her greatest joy to see the smiles they wore, in all it's many faces and variants, but what made her even happier, was seeing the bright, glorious grin of the one whom she loved.
