happy people.

after knowing someone for so long and helping them through shit then seeing them happy is the absolute best thing, even if their happiness hasn’t come from you; just seeing them glowing is enough. sometimes their happiness provokes a spark in myself, especially if i know how much they’ve been through to reach this point of bliss. it’s not even the thought that i might have helped, it’s the knowing that i was there with them through their toughest times.their radiant glow illuminates their surroundings, engulfing the sadness with just a glance. they dance and sing, brightening up everyone as they go, even if it’s just temporary.

happy people make me happy.


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