Beautiful days of simple dates, with innocent smiles and shy glances. Of lunches gotten, and the Fortunes of Cookies shared in happy expectations. Of strong arms and hot tea for teary moments after long hard days. Flowers on the occasion. Occasions to attend. Friends to meet, and friends to make.
It all happens for a reason. For many reasons. Beautiful glorious unsung reasons. Like a bird still hiding in its egg. Waiting to be hatched.
Days of endless heartbreak. Of being alone. Tears poured out and buckets to bail them out before we sink, as our LifeBoat fills with our sorrow. Mascara smeared pillow cases, and knees hugged in desperation for comfort. Solemn goodbyes that are unable to be swallowed. Strong smiles that turn to something sad in an understanding moment.
It all happens for a reason. Buckets of Beautiful glorious untold reasons. Like a flower, waiting for the touch of sunshine to open its pedals.
There are days of sad sunshine and days of happy rain. All I know is that there are days of unspeakable heartbreak, and days full of untold joy. Mornings with new friends, kinda like buying a new coat, and afternoons of unexpected meetings with old friends. That favorite coat you thought you lost that was actually just misplaced in the closet.
Everything happens for a reason. Simple, sometimes solemn reasons.
We are who we are by the things that happen to us.
And everything happens for a reason.