"I don't understand why you'd leave, but I respect your decision," I admit.
He sighs, angling his body so he's facing me more. "Sometimes, new beginnings are a good thing," he explains. "I'm looking for my new beginning, but maybe it's a good idea that you find one too. Start over. Live your life how you're supposed to live it. Go out and find your purpose."
I quickly wipe a lone tear that streaks its way down my face. "My purpose means a whole lot less if you're not here with me to help me find it."
"Here," he reaches into his pocket and takes out a small piece of paper. "I got myself a phone the other day. Now, you're going to try and find your purpose and every once in a while, you're going to call me and tell me everything you did to make it one step closer." He takes my hand in his
