Andre Aciman

happiness is the one thing in our lives others cannot bring

Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me to stop,

I liked you from day one, and even when you’ll return ice for my renewed offers of friendship, I’ll never forget that this conversation occurred between us and that there are easy ways to bring back summer in the snowstorm.

Is this why people say “maybe” when they mean “yes,” but hope you’ll think it’s “no” when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?

Please, don’t hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want.

Love, which exempts no one who’s loved from loving

Don’t let him be someone I’ve never seen before. Don’t let him have a life other than the life I know he has with us, with me

Don’t let him be someone I’ve never seen before. Don’t let him have a life other than the life I know he has with us, with me.

I wanted him gone from our home so as to be done with him.

I wanted him dead too, so that if I couldn’t stop thinking about him and worrying about when would be the next time I’d see him, at least his death would put an end to it.

To be happy like this maybe wasn’t so difficult after all. All I had to do was find the source of happiness in me and not rely on others to supply it