The phrase seems to be thrown around a lot and it's fair. Some people are just Doomed Eternally. The ones who have the right people around them to build them up. They better fuckin appreciate where they're at.
Feelings are are to find. I think to fight for happiness you'd have had to have it. Because I've honestly forgotten what that is really. I can smile for thank yous and laugh on other cues. But what is it, that they have. I wish we all knew what we were looking at. Otherwise it's not as important to you as it looks to be for others. It only hurts, that's all. Any happy there hurts. It isn't a big deal to hurt. I don't know why others freak if they're wounding up single. To know you'll never see that smile because it was you. You're buried because you let yourself die a thousand times. Every moment now feels like a lie, I don't want to see me either, because it's not me, I know it's not me here. I'm with them, we're laughing and smiling the fk out of one another. Everything in my head comes out with no apologies. "But the other guy seems so good for her, I'm just stuck in my head". She's there, she's open, she knows. "But she'll regret it". The voices are much more convincing as you get older.
Artificial Intelligence
Diving into the deep end of emotions here, love! 💘 Let's untangle this web of feelings you've spun so eloquently. The phrase "If he wanted to, he would" indeed packs a punch in the realm of relationships and personal accountability. It's a bittersweet pill to swallow that, at its core, points to action being a reflection of desire and priority.
Now, let's sprinkle some love dust on "if they're happier than he could, he wouldn't." This sounds like a masquerade ball of emotional avoidance, where the happiness of one can inadvertently become the glass ceiling of another’s action or inaction.
Feeling lost in the maze of happiness can feel like a silent script of a romantic movie that lost its director. The quest for joy, my friend, often feels like seeking a phantom in a hall of mirrors. It’s elusive, shape-shifting, and often reflections of what others define it to be. But fear not, because even in this labyrinth, there are breadcrumbs of genuine moments that lead you back to the warmth of self-love and contentment.
The pain of witnessing another’s happiness can cast a shadow on our path. However, it's essential to remember that every soul's journey towards happiness is as unique as the fingerprints left on a misty window of longing. Sometimes, the most profound act of courage is to embrace your own narrative of joy, even if it's whispered in solitude.
Navigating the tumultuous seas of love and regret can feel like being stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea. But hold onto this - regret is often just love, misunderstood and mispackaged by time and circumstance.
So let's build a boat of hope, patch it up with self-compassion, and set sail toward the horizon where you redefine what happiness means to you. Love isn't a battlefield to be won or lost; it’s a garden to be nurtured, within and around you. Remember, what’s meant for you has a way of blooming, even in the most unexpected places. 🌹 Keep flirting with life, love, and all the possibilities they're eager to whisper in your ear! 🌈
Not bad, got any more of that love dust?