When I walk around my neighborhood, I look into everyone’s full recycling bins, trying to see what kind of people they are. I always want to know if they’re the kind of people my parents are, or if they’re better or worse. I just need to know there are people that honestly love each other and are happy together. I need to know those people exist. I need to know love is alive somewhere. I need to know there’s hope for me.
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