It was in the simple things, like holding your hand or reading you a book in the park as you placed your head on my lap. It was in the simple things like dancing around the kitchen as we cooked or spending our Sunday mornings curled up with a hot cup of coffee. It was in the simple things I realised that my reality was finally better than my dreams. It was in the simple things I had realised I was happy again.
cautiouslywholeheartedly, the simple things (via wnq-writers)










