Pardon me, but I have been diagnosed with hopeless-romanticism.
And as little as I like to say it, I just can't deny it anymore.
So I'm packing my things again.
And I'm just going to leave.
My destinations are always unknown, but I just get places. And that's okay with me.
You don't have to know who you are or where you're going.
You just have to know that your feet will get you there. They will get you anywhere.
And I will try not to be honest with you anymore.
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you look really good today!