me...i am probably the happiest discontented person you have ever met
him...happiest discontented how does that work?
me...well, my glass is always half full, but i am always aware of my lacking
me...yea, i wake up with a song in my heart, (pause) but i can't go to Hawaii and not think about all of the people who will never get the chance. isn't that a little messed up?
me...plus, i live with regret
me...i don't want to talk about it, but i probably have nineteen regrets
here is where we smile because where in the world did i come up with 19? suddenly sincere sounds a little ridiculous. he cares just the right amount.