I tried dating someone who I thought was always happy, hoping to bring stability to my life. Their  constant “happiness” turned out to be boring and frustrating, as they didn’t seem to be able to appreciate anything very much. They were rarely impressed or delighted by anything. I had wanted someone to help draw me into a calmer world, but this person just couldn’t understand why I was having storms and got stuck on that, judging me. I’ve realized I’d rather have someone like me, whose heart knows well the bitterness of life contrasted with it’s brilliant sweetness, and lives each day in awe of it.