Happiness, it seems, always come in pairs.
It takes two people to be in love.
It takes one person plus one best friend to get through an awful situation.
It takes only two beings to circulate the power of art; the musician and the listener, the painter and the viewer, the writer and the reader.
It takes both daylight and nightfall to begin and complete a perfect day.
It takes two opposites really accentuate individuality.
It takes two failures to make a third attempt success.
But what happens when half of the pair isn't really there?
What happens when one person falls out of love, or one friend is too busy to talk, or one artist stops creating, or two opposites blend into one indistinguishable mess? What happens when after the first 2 times, it turns out you just aren't ready for another attempt just yet?
If happiness always comes in pairs, then why does it feel so damn good to just be alone sometimes?
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