One of my favorite movies is Love Affair (all three versions). But why? I’m the least sentimental person I know. I have not made it a habit to believe in love or look for love or wistfully pine for love.
I was talking to a friend last night about what it means to be successful and I said maybe nothing matters except what makes you happy, no matter what success is supposed to look like.
I was thinking this the other day:
When faced with the possibility of loss we do not think: what if no one were to feel this way about me again? Rather, we think: what if I were to never again feel this way about anyone else.