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4,249 Miles

We were strolling through life with maps to guide our paths. Every second seemed like an hour and no destination was in sight. You weren’t aware at the time, but the trail on your map was leading you to me. And when our paths would intersect, we’d start cruising through life like teenagers driving on an empty highway. We are nearing a dead end. Isn’t there another road for us to take? There is one, but it’s taking you 4,249 miles away.

4,249 Miles

We were strolling through life with maps to guide our paths. Every second seemed like an hour and no destination was in sight. You...