Maybe it is a treat.

Maybe not everything has to be a lesson.
You could’ve been the happiest moment in my life. You also could’ve just been the moment in between the happiest. At least, I hope it’s not the case.
Maybe I shouldn’t put a label on it.
That’s probably what messes everything up anyways, isn’t it always?
So maybe you weren’t what I needed to figure out what happiness was.
Maybe you were just happiness, and when I get asked for some time in which I was happy, I could say that for me, time wasn’t what mattered. Happy was you. And yea, maybe sadness is you too now. And that’s what life is about.
It’s beautiful, right?
Because I could be so sad over you, I think I understand why. The sadness doesn’t even come close to the joy you brought. And that’s how I know it was real because I wouldn’t have felt this way if it wasn’t.
Now I’m just rambling, and I hate when I do that.
But if it was easy to describe, I guess it would’ve just been ordinary.
When I struggle to find a way to explain why the hell I feel this way, I feel comfort knowing that it was exactly what I needed at the time—a moment created by extraordinary circumstances.

So yea, maybe you were just the treat I was fiending for. And sure, I’d change a ton of things. But I’ll always have the moments.