but im kinda dancing too

Everywhere I go, regardless of who I speak to, I find myself talking about her in a way that sounds a little less like conversation and a little more like a prayer of thanks.
There’s not enough space on my face for my smile and my words are a jigsaw puzzle the unfortunate soul listening to me has to try to piece together, but at the end of the day they always end up with the same understanding:
No amount of words can contain the happiness she makes me feel.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (55/366)