Bliss is a curse.
Its the cozy warm feeling you get when you wrap yourself in the thickest blanket in the house. The way that hot chocolate makes your mouth water with ever indulgent inhale of the sweet aroma. The way that your heart skips a beat or two when you see the person who means the most to you walk toward you. That is how bliss feels. Those small moments when nothing else matter at all. There is a point and time where those moment are all that you have to look forward to. Those are all you have left to live for. When there is nothing else that is important to you than those small moments, bliss is not a blessing but a nightmare.







