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“Sometimes people come into your life and you are never the same. Whether they stay or not. Love is not about staying. Sometimes it’s about walking away. Sometimes it is knowing the absolute best for a person, an individual, and knowing where they need to grow. This world is gigantic and breathless, and far too often we box ourselves in, suffocate ourselves by not wandering and not seeing all the truth and beauty in different dimensions, different plains, countries, people. I think once you find yourself, and you must, you then are ready, a perfumed, blossomed heart, for love.”

I broke up with him and I miss him.

“I’m learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”