Some people are chapters in your story. Some are mirrors, and some simply arrive to awaken something within you. Then they leave only after you’ve become ready to keep walking on your own.
we spend our whole lives chasing some grand purpose, but what if the meaning of life is far smaller, far softer? the sound of laughter through tears. the way the sun spills across a person's face. the ache of knowing we're temporary, and still choosing to love like we're eternal.