Other people’s break-ups make me sad. Because I live through them. Not the break-ups. The good times. I indulge my not-so-inner romantic vicariously. It’s the best way. The safest way. Because living it actively hurts. A lot. And so I watch others when they’re happy and feel sad when they’re not.
But me? I’m happy as I am, where I am, who I am. I have everything I want. The mutuality of my best friend. The smile of my teenager. The quirk of my cats. I could use more sex and money. But really, everyone could use more sex and money. Other than that, I’m happy. I wish they were too, because other people’s break-ups make me sad.
♫ Always ♫ Gavin James ♫