He was my favorite place and it didn’t matter where we were. Because the only thing that mattered was the embrace that brought all my pieces together, the light touch, perfectly constructed world with perfect cheesy lines.
He left and I found a way to be my own favorite place. I did what I loved, I went on trips, I flew home and there wasn’t a place I would rather be because I finally accepted myself.
I was hurt but the only way out was in.
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