The Laughter

It was the laugh.

Her unguarded, free-spirited laughs that brought me back to the memories of her. When she laughed, I can see it in her eyes, in her frantic gestures. Unabashed laughters. Like the world only exist between us. Like I’ve accidentally made her world brighter, happier, and worth all the pains and sufferings we’ve gone through.

It doesn’t matter the jokes were on me, on others, or in no particular things. She would still laugh that honest laugh… with me, together. That, made it worth fighting for the next dreary days.

It was her laughter. A fraction of time where joy really did exists. Now only a fraction of memories - when she laughed.