I smoke weed, I keep it low-key, and I respect non-smokers' space. But the non-stop anti-weed propaganda on here is exhausting. A weed smell fades in two minutes, but alcohol turns entire city blocks into absolute biohazards every weekend and society treats it like wholesome social bonding.
Soulmates always end up together no matter how much love is lost, no matter how distant you become. You lose each other to find each other again. That’s what it’s like when someone is meant for you. If you leave, or they leave, you will return to each other forever… If it’s destined.