I think the absolute hardest thing in this life is that we will never be truly able to reach the core of each and every beautiful person we meet. I will never be able to completely heal the things that were broken in you beyond my reach, nor will I be able to fully grasp the sunlight in your eyes after years of never-ending rain. 

But to each and every one of you marvelous people and the luggage upon your back, I wish the wonderful wide world for you. 

I wish for you an adventure. One that takes great steps outside of the bounds of normality that have kept you hoping for more. But if life demands a state of simplicity, endeavor to never lose sight of the dreams that have kept you awake at night. 

I wish for you peace, although I couldn’t hear your cries in the silence of your strength, hang in there just a little longer. This I know above all: God and living are real and strong. One heals where the other has made an imprint. Don’t get them mixed up. 

I figure that some of you I may never see again. The last thing I should do is let you in on a little secret. If I smiled at you in the hallway, I loved you. If I took a second to listen to anything you had to say, I loved you. I only ever gave compliments I truly meant, compliments just as true as the fact that I loved you. 

Even if I never fully received the gift of comprehending all the sides to you, I loved you too. I really, really loved you. 

You are loved. You can choose happiness through kindness. And trust in this, the kids will be alright. 

But to the side of you I never knew, happiness and love, that is what I wish for you.