Sometimes, people come into your life, and you are never the same. Whether they stay or not. Love is not about waiting.
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.
Far too often, we box ourselves in, suffocating ourselves by not wandering and not seeing all the truth and beauty in different dimensions, plains, countries, and people.
I think once you find yourself, and you must, you then are ready, an aromatic, blossomed heart, for love.
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