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Somewhere, Someday

Wherever home turns out to be.

LetterSomewhere, Someday

To the Person Who Might Feel Like Home

to someone I may have already passed

I want to know what it feels like to stop editing myself in the presence of another person.

LetterSomewhere, Someday

To the Person I Might Meet Someday

to someone I haven’t met

I don’t need grand gestures. I’m hoping for something quieter than that.

A Table for Two

Somewhere, someday: a quiet table for two, and no need to explain why I came.

Somewhere, Someday

Not a Place

Maybe home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s the person who makes you realize you don’t have to return to an empty world alone.

Somewhere, Someday

A Little Longer

I don’t dream of grand gestures. Just a quiet afternoon, a cloudy sky, and someone who chooses to stay a little longer.

Somewhere, Someday

Someone’s Favorite Person

I’ve learned to enjoy my own company, but sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be someone’s favorite person.

Somewhere, Someday