1. The state of being transported by a lofty emotion; ecstasy.
2. An expression of ecstatic feeling. Often used in the plural.
3. The transporting of a person from one place to another, especially to heaven.
tr.v. rap·tured, rap·tur·ing, rap·tures
To enrapture.

Konnichi Bar, Aberdeen

It is that smile in your eyes, that little twinkle which lights your whole face up. It is that laugh – not just a giggle, not just a chuckle, but a hearty, full-out laugh of sheer, unadulterated expression. It is when you feel like you are at the top of the world, right at the pinnacle, feeling as though you can conquer anything and everything you set your heart and mind to. It is when you feel loved, so loved – by the world, by your loved one, by yourself. Self-acceptance at its very core, embracing yourself, your being and your existence because you are alive and living life to the fullest, no holds barred. It is when you truly love and enjoy life, and see the inexplicably mesmerising beauty of it. Regardless of where you are or where you might be, you are happy, thankful and grateful for being here, at this very moment, completely and utterly present – when you live with such passion, and not just exist. It is when you love – with honesty – who you are right now, the person whom you have grown to be, where you stand at this very point in time after everything you have done and been through. The achievements, the accomplishments, the experiences. Constantly learning, growing, evolving. It is this elation, this delirium, this rapture.

This is happiness at its very best, a place so wonderful that when you have once experienced it, you simply do not ever want to leave. It is the best feeling in the world, bar none.

‘I see that spark in you again. Don’t ever let it leave.’

Oh, darling. It’s here to stay.

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