I loved this idea, and i just wrote it. it's short, but like sweettt.
I laughed. She laughed.
We were always laughing. Whether it be about something funny, or something stupid, we were always laughing. It was something that no one understood, our ability to find humor in everything. I loved her laughter. It filled my heart with a sort of uplifting feeling that I thought could make me fly. I always felt at home when I had my arms wrapped around her and she was laughing and so was I.
Maybe that was why when her laughter died off, so did I.