why can't i ever be happy with what i have when i have it?
it's rare that i realize the potential for happiness in a situation until i have rejected the possibility, grown older and wiser, moved forward, and realized how good i had it. or do i just romanticize the past? maybe these lost people and places weren't as great as i remember. why do i romanticize the past in order to be unhappy with the present? i am writing specifically about relationships. i compare, and it's completely unrealistic, because i am so far now from who i was then, and they, i am sure, are also different. and how many times can a person fuck up love before love goes somewhere else?
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