Happy Place

by Emily Henry

without even trying, I knew exactly where he was at all times, could likely cover my eyes, get spun around, and still point to him on the first try.

feel like I’m finally there, that place I’ve always wanted to be, the other side of the lit kitchen windows I could see from my childhood street, where rooms are filled with love and noise and squabbling.

“Is there one that looks like us?” he asks. They all do, I think. You are in all of my happiest places. You are where my mind goes when it needs to be soothed.

always been hard to tell where one of us ends and the other begins—and

I was afraid this was the end. That my friends would prove to be passing figures in my life, family becoming strangers.

“How many universes do you think we’re together in?” “Higher than either of us can count.”

“No,” he says quietly. “In every universe, it’s you for me. Even if it’s not me for you.”

I’ve often thought that the world saves its very best weather for days when you feel like everything’s gone wrong, and today is no different.

Everything is changing. It has to. You can’t stop time.