Thought Catalog


I like you because you give justice to the words “Good Morning” with each waking day. A simple two-word greeting that puts a smile on my face which uncontrollably lasts for minutes, and sometimes, even hours.

I just can’t help but wonder, is happiness real or are we just telling ourselves it’s out there so we can have a little hope that there’s something better than this? Because when you’ve got hope, at least you’ve got something to believe in.

The problem with hearts like mine is that they’re always trying; against all odds, against all warnings, against all red flags, they’re always trying, they’re always beating, they’re always loving, they’re always falling and they’re always stubborn.