Happy Place

by Emily Henry

blooming and then withering just as fast. It always surprised me, how quickly the ratio of his face

“That they didn’t get the lives they wanted, because of us. But if I could be good enough . . .”

Everything is changing. It has to. You can’t stop time. All you can do is point yourself in a direction and hope the wind will let you get there.

I want to enjoy it while it’s happening, not just for where it might get me eventually.