“But isn’t it the common lot of all mortals? Our sole consolation, before being laid to rest, is to have loved and been loved, and perhaps to have left a personal trace.”
– Amin Maalouf, “Origins.”
Third Culture Kid: Valentine’s Day Edition
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wth, this was actually so wholesome i cried huhuhu… cuz like, i relate a lot to everything said here, and like I also have a crush back home in the Philippines… Ano ba yan, after waking up, I immediately soaked my bed with tears after reading this… Thanks a lot for sharing your story! I’d love to see more similar content from you!
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