Watertight

For the first time in what has seemed like quite a long while I feel more than content with my life. The happiness I attempt to hold close to me no longer trickles through the cracks in my cupped hands; it simply stays.

I feel like a lightbulb that has been turned on for the first time in years, illuminating darkness and bathing its surroundings in warmth. 

Like a puzzle made a little more complete thanks to the recent addition of a few pretty pieces.

I will end the sappiness here as the source of my happiness is a reader and I do not want her to think that I am lame.