Happiest Or Saddest?

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” I said more to myself then to Jake. He gave me a confused look so I continued, “I just met you! And you are like the happiest person I’ve ever met.” I spoke slowly to him as the wheels turned in my head.

“Oh yeah, thank you! I guess I kind of am.” He said, plastering on huge smile.

He is most likely thinking to himself that I’m so weird. Especially since I’m staring right at him. I don’t really care though.

With my observant eyes, I noticed the slight clentch in his jaw and the way his eyes don’t light up light they should if he was actually happy. Right below his eyes, there are small dark bags.

His posture isn’t relaxed, but instead perfectly straight, with his shoulders back and everything. That might just be because he doesn’t feel very comfortable around me. Can’t say I blame him though.

One of his legs is floating right above the ground. I noticed when he was walking, he was sort of limping. Something is definitely up.

“Um, if you don’t mind, why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, looking so confused.

I stared at him for a few moments longer before asking, “Are you okay?”

He looked taken back by my question. He stared at me in shock for a bit. It was like he was processing what I asked him and how to reply.

Finally he said, “Ha! Um, why wouldn’t I be okay? Didn’t you just call me the happiest person in the world?” His hand went to the back of his neck and started rubbing it.

I immediately noticed the mask he put up. He clearly avoided the question and became defensive. Also everyone knows that when a guy puts his hand on the back of his neck and starts rubbing it, he is nervous or uncomfortable.

I looked at him sadly before saying, “Let me give you a piece of advice, always remember this, the happiest people are always the saddest. What’s even worst is that I’ve never met anyone as happy as you.”

I could tell the he was shocked by my words. Out of instinct, I gave him a very quick hug. As if that could help ease the strength of my words.

When I pulled away from the hug and I gave him a note that I don’t think he realized I was writing on a small, folded piece of paper. I then left leaving him standing there in shock. As I hurried away, I couldn’t help but frown as I thought of him. At the same time I couldn’t help but smile as I thought back to what I wrote…

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚍𝚛𝚒.

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