Happy Place

by Emily Henry

There’s a before and an after, with a hard line between them, proof that there are millions of small things you can do to make life a little better.

“Don’t overthink it.” “Overthinking is the thing I’m best at, though,” I say.

His love is steady, constant. Easier than breathing, because breathing is something you can overthink, to the point that you forget how your lungs work and get yourself into a panic.

“In every universe, it’s you for me. Even if it’s not me for you.”

careful. “And then I met you, and I didn’t feel so lost or aimless. Because even if there was nothing else for me, it felt like loving you was what I was made for. And it didn’t matter what anyone thought of me. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have any other big plans for myself, as long as I got to love you.”