Perhaps I am old enough now to realize
that people aren’t forever,
they come and go.
From childhood friends who still live in the
to classmates who knew our first
heartbreaks,
our awkward crushes,
the versions of ourselves we barely
recognize now.
From strangers we met on a long ride,
whose stories held us together
at just the right moment,
when we didn’t even know
we were falling apart.
To those who once meant everything,
the ones we swore we’d spend forever with.
The ones we thought would never become
just a name we scroll past.
Some people are a place.
A place you outgrew,
a place you return to in dreams,
or a map that once pointed you toward who
you’re becoming.
And some,
some are home.
The ones who wait for you to finish your thoughts,
even when you stumble.
Who notice when your voice changes.
Who don’t mind silence,
because they understand
the things you don’t say.
The ones who show up with food
when you haven’t eaten,
who remember how you take your coffee,
who look at you like you're still kind,
even on the days you feel tired and distant.
But home is a place not everyone finds,
even if we spend our whole lives looking.
If it’s yourself,
I hope you love you just as much.
If they’re with you,
cherish them.
And if they’re gone,
be grateful they let you stay for a while.
#copiedfromFBLetters You Have Never Read
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