When I finally knocked on that door, I wasn’t just finding him.
I was reminding him that he still belonged somewhere, to someone, and that the door back had never been locked.
He just needed someone to show him it was there.
Life doesn’t always give us a good beginning.
But it gives us the chance to start again.
And sometimes, happiness is not having a lot of money.
It is sharing a simple meal in a small kitchen with the person you love, and knowing — finally, truly knowing — that you are living and not just surviving.
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