I remember being scared that something must, surely, go wrong, if we were this happy, her and me, in the early days, when our love was settling into the shape of our lives like cake mixture reaching the corners of the tin as it swells and bakes.

Max Porter
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This quote is a reminder that happiness is a precious gift. It's a reminder to take the time to enjoy it, because the more you think about the future, the more likely it will be to keep you from enjoying your present. And if you're not careful, those thoughts can make you miserable.

Source: Grief Is The Thing With Feathers

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