Happy Place

by Emily Henry

What can you feel? Sunlight, everywhere. Not just on my bare shoulders or the crown of my head but inside me too, the irresistible warmth that comes only from being in the exact right place with the exact right people.

The point is, some people live the bulk of their lives in their minds (me), and some are highly physical beings (Wyn).

knew the only thing more painful than being without him would be being together knowing I no longer truly had him.

She shrugs. “It could still happen. Life’s long.” That makes me snort with laughter. “I don’t think anyone says that.” “Maybe not,” she says, “but if they were truly present, maybe they would.”

“It’s okay to walk away,” he says. “Everyone says Don’t go to bed angry, but sometimes a person needs time to think. And if you need that, it’s okay, but you should tell me, because otherwise . . .” His jaw flexes on a swallow. “Otherwise, the person might assume you’re leaving for good.”

“There doesn’t need to be a winner and a loser. You just have to care how the other person feels. You have to care more about them than you do about being right.”

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.

Like even when something beautiful breaks, the making of it still matters.

Want is a kind of thief. It’s a door in your heart, and once you know it’s there, you’ll spend your life longing for whatever’s behind it.