We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
What is this sorcery you speak of? Tears of… joy? What the fuck is that? As in, being so overwhelmed with happiness that you cannot control yourself, and all the squishiness comes out of your eyes??
Nope… never heard of such a ridiculous thing.
Okay, so maybe that’s not entirely true.
I just can’t remember the last time I’ve ever felt that happy… hell, sometimes I struggle to remember the last time I was just happy in general… *lol* kidding, I’m just being melodramatic. But in all seriousness, I really cannot recall the last time I was that truly happy.
Well, there is one obvious one, but it technically occurred after the date of this post, and I should be writing this in terms of anything that has happened prior to the date of this prompt, in which case, would have been the day that I got accepted into dance school.
It was the day I realised that my life was about to change, and that I was no longer going to be at risk of staying in a dead-end town. It was incredibly overwhelming, and whilst I remember I didn’t go racing in to tell Mum straight away, I went to visit my best friend at the time, and told her what had happened and I remember that we both had a little cry, because it meant that our incredible friendship and co-dependancy was going to come to an end and we’d be separated. So whilst I was so happy about moving, I was also quite distraught at the thought of leaving my girl.