I look up at the stars, and know you’re out there somewhere. I don’t know where you are, or what you’re doing, heck; sometimes I don’t even know who you are anymore. But it doesn’t matter to me. Not anymore. Cause in the night sky, bright or cloudy, my tired eyes become clear with clarity that this all meant something. Every smile, every tear, led me, led us, to where we are now. And maybe you’re out there living a different life, while I watch the world go round beneath me, but that’s okay. It still means something. I don’t care if I don’t know where I’m going, cause I do know that I’ll end up where I’m meant to be.
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