Our notions about happiness entrap us. We forget that they are just ideas. Our idea of happiness can prevent us from actually being happy. We fail to see the opportunity for joy that is right in front of us when we are caught in a belief that happiness should take a particular form.
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don’t know, I don’t know,
What else I can do…
And ultimately, he’s going to find out. How you chew, how you sip, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow. That you hate sitting in an aisle seat. How you don’t really like chocolate, how you get hyper when you travel, how certain games or shows make you really happy. How cranky you get when you’re tired, how you think you look bad in all of your pictures. He’s going to know everything about you. And you know what? He’s still going to love you.
Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
I think the only reason why people hold onto memories is because memories are the only things that don’t change when everyone else does.