I know you can, but it makes things very difficult.
If you're too serious about keeping track of everything, you'll never be fully happy.
Let's say I like you. I guess I'll do something to make you happy.
My brother used to say to me: "If someone wanted to please me, he'd find out to do it."
It's one of those rare relationships you just have to have.
You're at school, you get some weird-looking mail from home, you've been in trouble once, and the guy comes to pick you up.
You take him through the front door, which isn't a proper doorway. You don't walk over in the car, you are already in the city center at one point.
He goes straight to the mailroom.
You're the perfect partner for him.
That's what these things are: things where it's just you, the stranger.
For today, it's different. The mailroom is different.
You open a mailbox of your own, and it's full of things people have never asked for: photos of your sister, birthday cards, gifts, cards. It doesn't matter if someone already wrote it.
Do you feel bad or happy when you don't receive everything?
In that moment, I felt myself moving in and around my family. I felt good about giving a gift to a stranger. It gives me something to remember, something that I will be proud of. And I would still feel bad if it wasn't accepted.
It makes me happy to be able to have my own life and my own ideas and beliefs and opinions.
I feel you. You are like a little angel.
I think we both should be grateful.
I'm proud of it. It's been my life's project
I say this exact thing to Eclair like every month and he never listens.
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What's the difference between a pickpocket and a peeping tom? A pickpocket snatches your watch.