leaving

Going back home always seemed so sad. I used to cling to things, tears streaming down my face, desperate to stay in the California sunshine. I felt like a part of me was being left behind. But this time is different. I feel Los Angeles holding my hand, walking with me side by side as I get back on this plane. I'm not alone anymore. I have her heart, and she has mine. And this is just the beginning.

Photographs by Cherry.