It was easy for me to master the skill of deception. Smile even when you’ve had the whole world come tumbling down. Cry to mask the anger and frustration. It’s easier this way, I’ve always thought. No explanations needed, no questions asked. But joy, was a whole different story.
Sometimes, it comes in the quiet calm of day, in the form of a memory or a spoken word. Other times, it arrives without warning, making you think how you could have gone so long without it. Joy comes in waves. Will it ever send other emotions awash?