July 28, 2024
I want to stay with him for as long as he’d let me. Him, being my boyfriend. Harvard’s Grant Study, which is also the longest-running study on human happiness, has consistently found that relationships are strongly correlated with well-being. Over nearly a decade, researchers observed the lives of 268 Harvard students across generations and concluded that the key driver of happiness is the development of meaningful relationships. With this in mind, I could claim to be the happiest at this very moment, but a snapshot or glimpse of any other moment could be misleading. It’s difficult to determine if one has lived a truly happy life based on fleeting instances alone. I might start off well-adjusted, then mess everything up and end up dying lonely and sad. But, I mean, over the long haul, I genuinely think I've found the company worth investing in. The analyzed data basically tells us that “the only thing that really matters in life is your relationships with other people.” While I might argue otherwise, statistics often don’t lie. As it indicates, relationships are the strongest predictor of a happy life. I want to live happily. Knowing my boyfriend is honestly a curse. Now I’m haunted by the fact that if we don’t keep up whatever it is that keeps us going, I might end up as the sadder part of the statistics.
I had a lot of time this morning. I woke up earlier than usual. It was weird, but I figured it must’ve been the nerves. Not that it was anything uncomfortable, I was probably just excited, like a little kid who sleeps beside her outfit the day before a field trip. I had time to work out, so I did. I had to since I knew I’d be too tired when I got home. It was raining fairly hard. I got to where he asked me to meet, and he looked really good. As he always does. I’m only stating observations. We sat down momentarily to figure out what to do, but everything eventually fell into place. It felt so natural being with him, almost like the comfort I feel whenever I’m with Sirko. We looked around for felt. He remembered how I told him I was looking for some yesterday. It was still very unsuccessful. During this hunt for felt, he complained about how I never initiate a kiss. So I gave him one. I was barely recollecting this, but I had to write it down because he told me afterward that it was one of his favorite kisses he’s ever received from me. For documentation purposes, that did happen. He’s like the sweetest guy ever. We went around everywhere. We ended up in some toy section at one point again. I swear I might just be stunted in maturity. We went to a cafe. I had Biscoff. Again. I haven’t in a while. Then we went to the bookstore. We ate at KFC before separating. We had lots of conversations. I’ll keep them safely in my memories. It sucks that our time together is always so limited. He was with me for a bit on my car ride back. He sadly had to go at his stop. I wish I could’ve just locked the doors and, in the most legal way, made him stay. I got back home and took a shower just to go straight on a call with Adrian again. It’s practically impossible to get sick of him. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough even in a gazillion more lifetimes.