It looks different for everyone. — A story in 100 words.
A story in 100 words.
I walked in, and she stopped angrily flipping the pages in her magazine: “What does happiness look like for you?”
“Yea, look like.”
I smiled: “Well, not the way you’re looking at me right now.”
“Ha. Come on, I wanna know.”
I showed her my phone screen saver: “It looks like this.”
She smiled at the picture of her on the beach: “What does happiness feel like for you?”
I grabbed her and hugged her.
I felt her shake.
She was crying: “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Nah. You just think too much.”
So, I held her tighter.