Today my heart hurts from all the loving this place has so easily pulled out of me. Loving when there is an end in sight hurts the worst. Still, I wouldn't have loved less and I wouldn't wish anything different. I'm ever grateful for the faces, the places, and each gust of wind; for all I've received, and the ways I've learned to give.
Besides, I don't really believe in endings. Not the hopeless kind.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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