Why is it so hard to find someone who’s down for deep conversations, late night adventures, who’ll let me drag them to every coffee and bookshop I see, unexpected roadtrips, doesn’t mind being travel buddies, take terrible and “aesthetic” photos of each other, who understands my humor and likes to joke around a lot, who isn’t afraid to take risks and just enjoy life?

“I miss the girl I used to be; like her eyes that spoke of innocence and her mind that was full of wonder.But of all things , I miss her heart the most. The heart that loved ferociously without a hint of fear.A heart that loved so greatly the universe could burst in tears. How pure and unblemished. For she was a girl who has never been hurt. Carrying a heart that was pure love to the fullest sense. How I wish I could love that way again.”