It makes me cry,not because it’s her that is writing the letter,but because it is a letter,which means I’m far,and she is far,and the distance sometimes gets to you even though you convince yourself it’s ok to be independent. That it’s fine to live your life away from the ones you once thought indispensable. It touches the cord in my soul that weeps for goodbyes.
Mahatma Gandhi (via kari-shma)
that is the point