in a weird way I feel like everything in my life has prepared me for this. As if I was destined to have all this heartbreak and spend many of my early years searching with a broken heart. It allowed me to learn to fall in love with other things. And it’s something that many people never learn. How to love moments and places more than you understand yourself. And to go to them for comfort instead of people. Because they last. Like the ocean, cities, being surrounded by strangers and letting that be comforting, the absolute greatness of doing things on your own as simple as going on a run and as big as moving to a new city. To have the strength, to build the strength to get up every time you fall or are pushed. All my experiences, even the ones I thought might kill me, blessed me with this love that a person never could have given me.