I never realized how much I longed for that sound, the uncontrollable sound of joy burning deep in her stomach, slowly making its way to the soft night breeze.
It starts off as a dull whisper lost in the wind but it quickly burns brighter and brighter until you can no longer ignore it.
It travels from the corner of her rosy lips to her hazel eyes. if someone would ask what I define as perfect I would think back to this very moment and never leave, because leaving means slowly forgetting and I never want to forget this feeling, something I haven't felt in so long, it's almost foreign to me.
And if someone were to ask what the most beautiful thing is to me, I would remember the way her lips turn up and reached for her eyes, or how her eyes seem to hold the sky and her laugh was like the birds singing a lullaby, calling for me to be happy again but, I can't, no matter how hard I wish, that memory slowly fades as if the slideshow of my life is ending and everything goes black as I hear a long high pitched beep fade from my mind followed by stillness.
As I lose myself I can't help but be happy because I can say 'even to the end I never let you fade away.'