Some people become places you can only visit in your heart.

Some people become places. You can't visit them anymore — because of distance, or time, or an ending you didn't choose. But you know the way there by heart.

You walk the path in your mind. The window is lit. You remember exactly how it felt to be welcome there.

Longing is painful, but it's also proof that something good existed. You wouldn't miss a place that never felt like home.

Go visit, when you need to. Then come back to where you live now, and let that place — this life, these people — become somewhere worth longing for someday too.