Maame

by Jessica George

I almost tell her that fun doesn’t equate to happiness; at the very least, it lends you happiness

For some reason, at night, when you’re meant to be sleeping, your brain wants answers to everything.

When you’re in a job you don’t love but need, it must help to have someone close by to share light moments with.

It’s about what love is. Which is trust, commitment, empathy, and respect. It means really giving a shit about the other person.”

“Some things you’re not meant to be saved from,” Nia says. “Some things have to be lessons.”

person’s troubles are not measured by the size of those troubles, but by how much they weigh on the individual carrying them.

“Many assume love is straightforward,” Angelina continues, “when really it is the most complicated of things. There is a right way, a preferred way, for each individual, to love and be loved by someone—but there isn’t only one way.

Ultimately, you must either accept a person for who they are, how they behave, how they express themselves emotionally, and find a healthy way to live with them, or let them go entirely. Either way, you must release yourself from that responsibility.”

Sometimes I think of love as pieces of one heart. When I love someone, I break off a piece and give it to them. There are not so many because that way each piece is substantial, but without a doubt, my dad has one of the biggest pieces I have and will ever give. It cannot be replaced. It is his forever.