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In Emily Henry’s romantic comedy Happy Place, two friends named Wyn and Harriet stage a one-week courtship. Since college, they have been inseparable buddies and have even been engaged. But they split up five months ago, and they haven’t disclosed the news to their pals. They’re having trouble moving on from the separation and are unsure of how to behave around one another. Ford, Harriet’s ex-boyfriend, shows up at the cottage. Ford is a well-known actor who exudes confidence and is attractive and accomplished. Though Harriet knows she can’t get entangled again, she is attracted to him right away. Wyn is also uneasy since she doesn’t know how to compete with him and is afraid Harriet may leave him for Ford.
I loved knowing that Cleo had been lost in her work whenever her braids were pulled into her neon-green scrunchie and her clothes smelled like turpentine. I loved how Sabrina’s head would tip back on an outright cackle whenever she read something particularly terrifying and she’d kick her Grace Kelly loafers against the foot of her bed. I loved poring over my biology textbooks, running out of highlighter as I went because everything seemed so important, breaking to clean the room top to bottom whenever I got stuck on an assignment.
Eventually, the silence would always crack, and we’d end up giggling giddily over texts from Cleo’s prospective new girlfriend, or outright shrieking as we hid behind our fingers from the slasher movie Sabrina had put on. We were loud. I’d never been loud before. I grew up in a quiet house, where shouting only ever happened when my sister came home with a questionable new piercing or a new love interest or both. The shouting always gave way to an even deeper silence after, and so I did my best to head the shouting off at the pass, because I hated the silence, felt every second of it as a kind of dread.
My best friends taught me a new kind of quiet, the peaceful stillness of knowing one another so well you don’t need to fill the space. And a new kind of loud: noise as a celebration, as the overflow of joy at being alive, here, now.
I couldn’t have imagined being any happier, loving anywhere else as much.
Not until Sabrina brought us here, to her family’s summer home on the coast of Maine. Not until I met Wyn.
