In middle school, Megan would draw cartoons of the boys I had crushes on and pass them to me in the hallway. In college, she answered my middle-of-the-night phone calls from 400 miles away. Now, she makes me laugh while we FaceTime on opposite coasts. I think about the men I’ve begged to stay and their excuses of needing time and space. I convince myself that maybe I’m not destined to have love that endures. But Megan has had over a decade to leave and enough distance to disappear. I have never thought of her as anything but permanent. — Victoria Yang

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…