Much of our hearts are not controlled by ourselves, but instead by what other people do or say, how they are or will be. Everything we feel lies in the hands of others, that’s why it hurts so much sometimes, because you didn’t cause yourself the pain, so you can’t stop it.
On the equal end, when the happiness is too much, you can’t control how happy you become.
I might be confused about a lot of things. I might not know anything but how much this fits into the “right type of wrong” category. And I feel much of the insanity this is pulling me through. But I know one thing for sure: when with you, I’m truly happy. And that matters. Happiness matters.
With you, there are infinite possibilities, some of heartbreak and some of divine happiness.