There’s something tender about how people who never speak again still vow to root for each other from afar.

A relationship isn’t supposed to feel like you’re swallowing yourself so much to keep the other person whole. I kept my own feelings at an arm’s length, avoiding the questions I didn’t feel ready to answer. Being with him was an escape from having to trulymeet myself, and ask: What do I want out of life?

When you do find those who still feel like home after the drift of time, hold onto them with both hands