I understand why we get stuck sometimes. Hearts are stubborn. They sink their hooks into bad habits that look like people and dreams. But look at how much we give of ourselves. Our most precious gifts handed over to another who may, or may not, value them as much as we do. Have you ever heard someone fall asleep? Or watched someone break down? There’s so few people in this world that you can share breakfast at midnight with, or that can completely forgive you. The people that get you to believe it’s actually all worth it, and don’t flinch when you look them in the eyes, never waver, and make a bed more comfortable. So when you find them, you, in a way, find yourself. And when you lose them, you, in a way, lose yourself. But know this: you will always be too much for anyone not enough. Somewhere out there is someone who’ll bring pieces of you home. And you’ll realize that losing everything is the only way to figure out what’s worth finding.