June 30, 2013


'Love liberates. 
It doesn’t bind. 
Love says. ‘I love you. 
I love you if you’re in China. 
I love you if you’re across town. 
I love you if you’re in Harlem. 
I love you. 
I would like to be near you. 
I’d like to have your arms around me. 
I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. 
But that’s not possible now. 
So I love you. Go.’
-Maya Angelou
Thanks for letting me go to san francisco with all of your love.
I can see the light at the end of the long-distance tunnel.
And that light is the best thing ever.

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