where you know that your best interests are sometimes at heart, that sometimes decisions can become selfish (in an innocent sense), but that you're valued for your simplicities and valued for the things that make you distinct. maybe everyone possesses them, doesn't mean you're not cherished. that you're not a treasure.
where if you were to walk away, you'd be watched, let run, until you couldn't run any further. and then you'd be welcomed back with open arms and hearts and sighs and love.
xo.
[ doesn't mean its never been this way before. ]
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