Stealing a line out of a Coldplay single feels like a petty crime pitted against the millions of hearts they've stolen through their music. Paradise- is neither an island tucked under the Sun, nor a shady grove of palm trees overlooking the horizon. Paradise is, and has always been, an emotion. A beautiful emotion that spurs out of the realization that you have finally found what you have long been looking for. I have finally found my way to Paradise, and nothing has ever been more realistic in beauty.
Paradise, is when she smiles at me, happiness seething through the wrinkles by her lips. Paradise is when she speaks to me of all the things that has been going on in her life, every intonation striking a heart-string. Paradise is when she holds my hand, ebbing gently at my knuckles. Paradise is bliss.
She's different. She's unique. You'd tell me that everyone's different, and everyone's invariably unique. The thing with her, is that she doesn't fit in to the same plate as 'everyone'. She's a class apart. May it be the need for finding a grander purpose in spending the given eight thousand seconds a day, may it be her quest in reaching out to souls needy of revival, may it be her self-confidence and the knack for dishing out the wiser opinion, or may it simply be her playful Sinhala accent - she's all the good I see in this world.
Paradise is the state of being happy, without reason for doubt or concern. It really is a beautiful emotion, worthy only to the one's who have chosen to wait for joy to slowly permeate in to their lives. For anything that's worth the wait, is worthy of Paradise.
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