bodies

“You seem very happy, dear. Happiest ever.”

He said, gently caressing her face. His smile could not restrain his devotion to that belief, one that allowed him to retire from the vocation of her happiness. She was already there-- tah. She was happy. Smile. Smile back.

She wondered how well he knew her. Vivid images of the matters inside her brain flashed before her.

How well did he know her? And did it matter?

Did she know him like how she thought she did? Did she ever try to make him happy? Not enough.

If believing that she is happy now, finally, makes him happy, then maybe she needs to let him believe it, and let him be.

And so, two somber bodies sit against each other, albeit warm, in the belief that the other is momentarily happy-- maybe that’s just what it is. 

“Thank you. I am.”