It's a feeling only comparable to what would be described as smooth. You're emotions glide easily together, there's that constant happy smile playing on your lips. It's the creases you get in the corner of your eyes- your happy lines.
It's the small lump at the back of your throat, the smell of familiarity, and it's even the knowledge that what you've wished for won't happen.
It's knowing your content with life, even when you're giving up on the "what if"'s; you're falling into the unknown, knowing there may never be another "hello" again.
But the glass is half full, because it's always better that way. Because who knows? "What If"?
It's coming home to compliments, to good conversation, and inside jokes. It's hoping that maybe this isn't one sided- that maybe insecurities exist on both sides. To talk of happy thoughts and remembering.
The smile is still there.
"My wish for Chloe is..."
