The Hunt for Happiness

To you, I stumbled for you. Not fell. You know what it’s like when I fall for someone, and judging by how put together I am now, I’m going to guess that I have not yet fallen. I’ve known you for 17 months. You’ve been one of my best friends for almost six. Hmm. Yeah, I guess I would call you one of my best friends.   I haven’t really labeled people as a “best friend” since my last one went to Russia. But in terms of who knows me best, you’re definitely in the top five. Anyway. I’m sorry I stumbled. Almost. I’m sorry if I stumbled because of all the people who told us we should be together, I’m sorry if I stumbled because I wanted to move on with my life, but I’m not sorry if I stumbled because of the amazing person you are. And I hope it’s because of the latter reason that I’m in this situation. You’ve changed my standards. I actually feel comfortable around you, except for maybe when you are judging the semester-old garlic I keep in my apartment. I ac...

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.   I like riding the train alone,   and walking home alone.   It gives me time to think,   and set my mind free.   I like eating alone,   and listening to music alone.   But when I see a mother   with her child,   a girl   with her lover,   or a friend laughing   with their best friend,   I realize that even though   I like being alone,   I don't fancy being lonely . -Debated Authorship I don’t have much time to be lonely. I’m much too busy. On an average day I wake up five minutes too late, drive a little too fast, drink a little too much hot chocolate, read a few too many books (is there such thing? When you should be doing Arabic, the answer is yes.), and get too little sleep. I run to class, run too work, run to various church activities, often just before I realize I’m actually early. I’m almost always with my roommates, classmates, fri...