A thought just arrived.
In my head.
As I looked down from the first floor of my house.
Out of the window.
And saw Lisa smiling.
In our sunny garden.
Teaching Izobel about water bombs.
(Lisa will, of course, regret this at some point).
Anyhow, here’s the thought.
The one that arrived.
I thought back to when I was single.
And when I really wanted to be with someone.
I thought about when I used to say this to my friends.
And to myself:
I really want someone to make me happy.
Now that I am with someone I just wanted to point out that this is completely the wrong thing to say.
And to think.
And to want.
Because this was not what I wanted at all.
I wanted this:
I really want someone to make happy.
This is what makes me happy, you see.
Seeing Lisa happy.
No wonder I got it wrong for so very long.