It's a quiet little piece about love that's real but still doesn't fit. Sometimes two people are right for each other's hearts but not for each other's lives, and that's nobody's fault. Maybe loving someone isn't about how tightly you hold on. Maybe it's about letting them keep the parts of themselves that make them feel alive. And if you ever have to choose between staying and breathing, I hope you choose the thing that lets you breathe. Some love stories don't get a home to live in, but they still leave a little home inside us, and that's okay.♥️