It's easy to forget that the people we love are still people. We lift them lofty with the myths and fables that we tell ourselves, but we're all just children at the end of the day.
We're trying our best. We're getting scared and acting our worst. We're building bombs and dying in the streets. We're looking at squirrels and drawing our parents. Everyone one of us is a little, lost ship in this endless ocean. We're rising and falling with waves we can't control, everyone wonders where we're headed sometimes. We get together and have these dramas to forget how little we know, if only for a moment or two. Even when we're fighting, we're just helping each other to keep from thinking too much.
So don't be so quick to get angry, she's not the story you wrote about her. Don't hate him so fast, he's not the dream you had of him. Above all, play. Please learn to laugh at yourselves. Quit taking this aimless drift so damn serious. After all, people pay a lot of money to go on cruises.