It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I have a choice. I need to remember that.
Happiness, in a lot of ways, is a choice. And I need to start choosing it.
I’m happy with you. I really am. You make me feel like a good person. Maybe even an important person. And I want to live like Augustus Waters did. I don’t want to be in the business of denying myself simple pleasures. And for these last few weeks, I have tried to block you out, because I was so afraid of falling in love with a straight girl. I was terrified. I got so hurt by her—I let myself get hurt. And I didn’t want to let it happen again.
But I am no longer in the business of denying myself simple pleasures. I’m still scared. But I have learned to recognize when I am happy, and I recognize now that I am happy when I’m with you.
And if I find that I’m not happy with those other people, if they make me feel less, unimportant, unnoticed—then I don’t need to subject myself to that. I don’t need to feel that way. I have a choice. And I choose happiness. I choose to let myself feel happy around you. I choose to let us become good friends, close friends. I choose to take that risk, and if I end up giving my heart away, then I’ll deal with that then. But right now, you make me happy, and that’s what I need.
I refuse to deny myself simple pleasures.
I refuse to keep living in fear.
I have a choice.
I choose happiness.
I choose you.