a few hours ago,I received a book from someone I used to talk to 3–4 years ago. he bought it back then but never got the chance to give it to me because we never met. now, as his dad was permanently shifting houses, he found it while packing and decided to send it to me anyway—despite us not really being in touch. humans are so full of heart. we do things just because. no reason. no rhyme. just because it feels like the right thing to do for our heart.