I’ve always said being happy was a conscious decision that everyone ha to make for themselves. I’ve said before that it’s one I’ve been making, and one that I need to make all the time. In the face of your lies though, in response to your subterfuge, as replacement for love I’ve found myself unable to make a choice– and it just happens.
Maybe the wind is blowing the same on everyone, but my sail just doesn’t seem to be working. I’d rather have never had than to have lost. Honest to God, I’d rather not have heard of Him than to have high hopes float away.