You and Me on Vacation

by Emily Henry

That crush of happiness, that feeling that this is what life’s about: being somewhere beautiful, with someone you love.

purpose matters more than contentment.

Apparently the completion of long-term goals often leads to depression. It’s the journey, not the destination,

And that’s how it is in real life too. You can love someone and still know the future you’d have with them wouldn’t work for you, or for them, or maybe even for both of you.

It’s fascinating. How so much of love is about who you are with someone.”

“It’s not your job to make me happy, okay? You can’t make anyone happy. I’m happy just because you exist, and that’s as much of my happiness as you have control over.”

And then there’s the one who’s already missing it, who’s watching this all happen from some point in the distance, knowing I can never go back and do it all over again.

You can’t outrun yourself. Not your history, not your fears, not the parts of yourself you’re worried are wrong.