There are people you meet in life who take a piece of you with them when they leave.

And you travel the world like an echo, reaching out towards the empty space where they once stood. Thinking if you found them, you'd find yourself again. That you'd be complete once more, and be happy, once more.

One day you'll realize that if they didn't value you enough to stay, they probably dropped that piece of you somewhere among the dirt and memories as they left.

One day you'll stop searching for them and start searching for you.

And no one will be more excited to return to you than yourself.

~October.