What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?
At 20. I treated love as though it was a precious commodity that would soon run out.
Now at 31, I’ve realised that there is no rushing it, no forcing it and definitely no running to or from it.
I’d tell myself that it will happen, that it will find you and there’s no rushing it. The right one is coming, just enjoy the ride.
Uncharted Thoughts. 
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