So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
"was that awkward eye contact or were we checking eachother out" - a life story
I don’t forget you, you my beautiful ___ are forever my muse. I chose to immerse myself in my art to create things to be half as comparable to you.