Category: Life

You remind me of parts of myself that I will n…

You remind me of parts of myself that I will never have a chance to meet.

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I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be,…

I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.

Sometimes, home has a heartbeat.

Sometimes, home has a heartbeat.

I can be someone’s and still be my own.

I can be someone’s and still be my own.

You have to meet people where they are, and so…

You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.