soft

i finished reading a book the other day and the last sentence is perfect. i don’t even care that the reader doesn’t get to kno if the woman ever saw her love again, the chance that she could possibly be with them again is enough, she said

…in this moment, i feel the purest, most perfect joy.

this made me cry, it makes me soft, and i feel like crying again. i’ve felt that before, and I felt it today. and i cried, tears of joy, shredding my heart, tenderizing