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After, it was like happy people became the enemy. Happy people were weak. They were clueless. They did stupid things like die on you. Before, I thought Christmas was a day my mother had created entirely for my benefit. After, Christmas felt like a black hole that would suck me into it for weeks. It made me think of my mom when I didn’t want to think of her. Which understandably made me cranky, but you’re not allowed to be cranky on Christmas. You’re supposed to be all merry and bright. After, I convinced myself that Christmas was just another day, an excuse to spend too much money on gifts
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“He’d ask me about the things I read, too,” Ro said. “Later, there was a period at the end of high school when he became a bit of a shut-in. I’d go and visit him, and we’d have these amazing conversations. About philosophy. Religion. Art. Once he said something about the nature of stories that I never forgot. He said, Without stories, we’re all just lonely islands.” Her date looked at her blankly. “Stories let us see and hear and feel what someone else does,” she explained. “They build bridges to the other islands. That’s why stories are so important. They create true empathy.”
“Love can be an excellent motivator for change. Falling in love can help us to see the things in life that are truly important. It can make us want to be better people. It can teach us to sacrifice what is in our own best interest for the sake of someone else.
My fortune read, It’s never too late to become what one could have been.
It’s a wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”
But love doesn’t always have to be about the happy ending. Love can be about beginnings, too.
