Hit it home

    "I just couldn't understand the logic."
    "I know what you mean. It's like 'Why don't you fix you first, before you fix me?' Whoa. That just hit home."
    "Yeah...that did. Wait, home for you? Or home for me?"
    "Home for me. Ouch."
    "But home for me too. Ouch."
    "Not me. She doesn't need fixing."
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    "I love him. Fuck."
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Sometimes it's strange to hear both sides of the story. Too much information. But then, I realize that I'd rather hear both sides than just my own. I will not take these things for granted; I'll take the good and the bad and whatever I can get and hold onto it for everything that it is and consider myself lucky.