Don’t Date A Boy Who Travels

Well here it is in a nutshell. Right after I post a blog about my feeling for how Justin cares but not really…I read this. Totally sums it up.

Thought Catalog

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You could date a boy who travels, and be in awe of how he defines precious things differently than the regular guy-next-door. Or you could spare yourself the pain and agony that may follow.

The boy who travels is beautifully scarred, having traversed icy slopes from this end of the world to terrains on the other, bearing scratches from tree branches and brimming with stories like that one time when he got stung by a jellyfish. The boy who travels talks about his misery with laughter, sure, and he has a sense of positivity that is contagious, that you cannot let go of even if – when.

And that uncertainty between if, when, and just like that. 

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He touches places, souls, the sand grains of beaches he has walked on, but he only stays for as long as he has experienced…

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Posted on May 1, 2014, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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