A sliver of sunlight was all he had as he sat on the cold, stone floor. But the warmth of that thin ray was all he really needed to recall that last day with her. Cowering in the corner of the scanty room, he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift to her. She was the only comforting thought he had now, and his memory carried him to the last place they’d been before the world turned upside down.
They’d been sitting in a sunny field surrounded by wildflowers; she’d woven daisies into the shape of a crown and placed the arrangement atop his head. He could still remember the playful look she’d given him as she proudly crowned him king of her heart. Then, in turn, he’d reached down to pluck a dainty flower that was nearly in full bloom and tucked it gently behind her ear. The gesture caused her to giggle, and that sweet melody was a song he’d held onto ever since.
Why does happiness have to be so fleeting? We think we can hold onto it, but it’s ever taking flight. Happiness can morph into madness in an instant or be extinguished in a sad, unexpected moment like a moth to a flame. If only I could hold it always and keep it safely cradled against my chest. But happiness always finds a way to elude me. I’m watching right now as it inconspicuously floats away.