#meme voice: I am once again crying over how much I love my partners

[little-shiny-sharpies]

I like to imagine, somewhere in their realities, f/os feel very loved whenever someone here thinks of them fondly or cries over how much they love them.

For some reason, no matter how dark and grim their world may be, there’s a moment where they stop for a moment and feel a sense of something wash over them in an invisible light. Perhaps joy or hope, pride, glee, or maybe just content with the world around them for a moment, and all their worries fade away for a few minutes.

Maybe sometimes the feeling is so intense they can’t help but shed a tear or two of joy while doing some monotonous task before wondering where such feeling came from. Fading as quickly as it arrived.

And when you’re suddenly overcome with awe of how beautiful the sky in the parking lot is, suddenly stopping and realize how inconceivably small the chances of you existing were, about how happy you are you get to experience a world with so many of your favorite drinks, about how much you enjoy your own company, or suddenly feeling a sense of pride in yourself for something monotonous..

Maybe that’s them, loving you.