I remember the first time I met Joy.
I was six and had just lost my first tooth. Writing was my dearest friend. Peas were my enemy.
I could feel the air push back my dark brown curls as I stared at a familiar face across from me on the see-saw.
The high-pitched squeals reverberated off the worn brick walls of our school like the small white ball in a pinball machine.
And that’s when I saw her.
She was in a crystalized form, like how life looks through a kaleidoscope.
Joy — staring back at me, colliding with my cells, feeding me life.
And so we soared together, high into the tangerine sky. Weightless and free. And she promised me she’d always be with me as long as I remembered to look.
As I got older, I learned how to seek for Joy. At times, our relationship felt like endless moments of hide and seek. Other times she was so clear, I thought I would burst out in tears from her brilliance.
After a lifetime together, I no longer have to seek as often.
I just let myself feel the air pushed back my dark brown curls
the lightness of my smile
the softness of her hand
and know she is
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