Indah Being happy is simple. Being happy is a choice. Like the sunlight that’s sleeping through the crack in the window. It’s walking alongside the shore with the breeze hitting your salty hot skin. It’s stepping on the hot sand as the warmth crawls up your body. It’s fresh flowers adoring your kitchen table. Tight hugs. Happiness is a hand holding another hand, grasping it ever


Being happy is simple. Being happy is a choice. Like the sunlight that’s sleeping through the crack in the window. It’s walking alongside the shore with the breeze hitting your salty hot skin. It’s stepping on the hot sand as the warmth crawls up your body. It’s fresh flowers adoring your kitchen table. Tight hugs. Happiness is a hand holding another hand, grasping it ever so tightly. It’s getting to know you over and over again. The smell of fresh laundry. Getting in bed into sheets that smell like lavender detergent. It’s learning to trust again. Learning to let go. Drinking cold coconut water as you feel it trickling down your throat. Biting into fresh fruit that blesses your mouth with delicious juicy flavor with each bite.
It’s you, on top of me, making me feel that your body was made for mine. Happiness is jumping into a puddle just like when you were a kid. It’s not being afraid of what the future holds. Happiness is waking up on a Sunday with nothing to do. Happiness is looking over and you are laying by my side.@indahclothing @revolve