When we first met in the airport after 4 years. I will never forget how she and I hugged each other. And how effortlessly, she sobbed from the deepest of her core.
Without a shred of doubt, there, she shed her most awaited tears of joy; there, she hugged — her most mattered faces on the planet, there, she unburdened her heavy, longing, aching heart, there, her wrecked soul was green and blue, flying free, there, her eyes were calmly watery, there she found a rest for her beaten bones, there… there she found herself.
She was home!
And, yeah, who the fuck said, distance doesn’t matter?
Because. Actually right distances matter!
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