You don’t get to do that, to come into somebody’s life, make them care and then just checkout.
No matter how you get there or where you end up, human beings have this miraculous gift to make that place home.
I wish there was a way to know you’re in the ‘good old days’ before you’ve actually left them.
Maybe we don’t have to give meaning to every little thing. Maybe we don’t need the universe to tell us what we really want. Maybe we already know that. Deep down.
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