Happy Place

by Emily Henry

He’s become my best friend the way the others did: bit by bit, sand passing through an hourglass so slowly, it’s impossible to pin down the moment it happens. When suddenly more of my heart belongs to him than doesn’t, and I know I’ll never get a single grain back.

And that’s what I’m most used to: coasting along on other people’s whims and feelings. It had never occurred to me that that could be read as apathy. That they might think I just don’t care.