Maybe happiness, on some level, is just being able to accept a delusion. And we can't begrudge people for wanting to be happy. Maybe we can just close our eyes, take ourselves back to a happy memory, and pretend that we don't have to leave. Perhaps what's tough about being human is the certainty that we have to open our eyes at some point.
Entre amour et tendresse,Elle n'avait pas d'autre adresse. Dans les histoires d'amour,y'a pas toujours que d'l'amour. Parfois y'a même pas de je t'aime et pourtant...On s'aime.