I have once again been told that I seem like such a happy person, and every time I hear those words, or any similar, it makes me want to cry.
I put commas in places I feel there should be a pause and I know I am what you would call “comma happy.”
I pause every time there is a new thought, a new feeling, a new anything. I pause when my brain stammers and my heart skips and my lungs work overtime.
There I go again, speaking only of myself. But it’s hard to think of anything else when I am told “you seem like such a happy person.”
Maybe when I pause it is me fixing that smile to sit more straight. Maybe when I pause it is getting the tears reeled in, and maybe when I pause it gives someone the opportunity to think that I am happy.
Because I am so happy.
Can’t you feel it in my pause?