I often find myself wondering how it’s possible that no one is happy (okay that’s an overgeneralization but still). I also wonder why love doesn’t last anymore, why our lives are so fragmented. Have we all become so selfish that we can’t fathom loving someone wholeheartedly? That we can’t do things for them, be there for them, put them before us?
Is there a right kind of selfishness?
An elderly couple walks by my work every evening, hand in hand, sometimes they smile at each other. In the fleeting moment that they stroll in and out of sight, from my spot at the drive thru window, my faith is restored.
#SorryNotSorry for being a hopeless romantic, for loving love, and for believing in a lasting relationship.