A map shows the streets, not which corner you had your first real talk on. Your town has two maps.

Places carry two layers. One is public and printable, the grid anyone can navigate. The other is yours alone: the bench where something was said, the parking lot where you waited. Nobody else sees that layer, which is why leaving somewhere can feel like losing something that was never charted.

Walk a familiar route this week and name three spots that mean something only to you. Say why, even under your breath. Knowing you carry that second layer is worth something.