I stole a moment…in the dimly lit room looking over the green monotony of Long Island through a huge glass wall. This night was different. It was not like the countless others spent in that room looking through the glass wall at tiny specks of light dotting the infinite darkness.
She was there. I felt good, better than I had felt in days. I could feel the absence of agony even when I recounted the tale looking deep into those beautiful eyes. Those wondrous pools of blue abyss seemed to drain away eons of pain and hopelessness. I could not explain it. I did not know how my soul surged every time I looked at her, every time she said something, every time she laughed.
And then I stole a moment. She slid her head on my shoulder and nothing mattered anymore. The screen in front of us blurred and sounds issuing from the speakers diminished. I rested my cheek against her soft hair. Every breath I drew in smelled of meadows and sunshine. In that moment I was happy.
I stole that moment. I stole it and locked it with some others from the past…my little box of happiness. There’s not a lot in it. There won’t be much more either. It has familiar faces, always smiling and laughing. It has warmth and comfort. I open it in the darkest moments of misery and torment. Moments when I just cannot push the memories away, when I fail to deceive myself of the truth. I open it and I’m surrounded by smiles I recognize. I’m with the ones who loved me ferociously. It helps in those weak moments.
The next time I open it, it’ll have a beautiful Snowflake.
I will have that moment for as long as I exist. Long after my curses land her on a path away from mine. Long after I’m back where the land is red with blood and faces distorted with violence. Long after I have won or lost my war.
I will open the box and I’ll be in a dimly lit room overlooking the green monotony of Long Island through a huge glass wall. She will put her head on my shoulders and I’ll rest my cheek against her soft hair. Every breath I draw will smell like meadows and sunshine.
And for the briefest of moments, I’ll be happy.
