It’s hard to always know which way you’re going. You know, when it comes to family, friendships, relationships. Things like that.

I talked to someone the other day about having people who make you miss them when you’re gone. He said that they’re what keep you coming back home.

Apparently, you’re supposed to hang on tight to what you have instead of loosen ties before leaving.

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Dear You,

You’re the best thing in the world.

-Me