We weren’t happy together but we lived in a state of easy, mild contentment. We shared everything except the stupid fucking secret hanging round your neck. I imagined tiny photographs: portraits in sepia of your parents, their faces partially obscured by goitres. Meanwhile, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, maybe not even in a decade from now but one day: the planet would fall apart. Jon Gresham
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The idea of sharing everything is a nice one that people seek to have. It can be a nice feeling to have everything that you need in the palm of your hand. However, this quote could also be taken at face value. There are times when people are not happy with their partner but they still live their lives in a state of mild contentment.

They do not want to risk things by talking about the problems they are having or the things they are not happy with. Instead, they are often content to put up with the problems in their relationship and hope for the best.

Source: We Rose Up Slowly

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