The stress was eating him alive.

Debt, career, love, bills, and family.

All felt like a burden too heavy.

He was torn between two tragic loves.

What needed to be done hung thick in the air.

An impossible decision had to be made.

He went home and left Los Angeles in the rearview mirror.

Broken and left torn on the living room floor,

I remained trying to reassemble a puzzle with missing pieces.

A dream was dying with every mile conquered driving north on I-5.

Dreams would be replaced.

Finding ourselves under the same roof became paramount.

Be good to each other,

Nathan

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