That feeling you get when you like someone—the butterflies, your heart stopping every time you see them, the smile you get on your face when you think about them—-it’s one of the best things life has to offer and it’s a shame for anyone to have to miss out on that.
I don’t know if it’s harder to be the one who leaves, but it’s certainly not that different from being the one who’s left. In both cases, dreams are shattered, and hearts must heal.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
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