You will change. You’re not the same person you were three years ago. You’re not even the same person you were three minutes ago and that’s okay. Especially if you don’t like the person you were three minutes ago.
People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.
You won’t like your name until you hear someone say it in their sleep.
You’ll forget your email password but ten years from now you’ll still remember the number of steps up to his flat.
You don’t have to open the curtains if you don’t want to.
Never stop yourself texting someone. If you love them at 4 a.m., tell them. If you still love them at 9.30 a.m., tell them again.
Make sure you have a safe place. Whether it’s the kitchen floor or the Travel section of a bookshop, just make sure you have a safe place.
You will be scared of all kinds of things, of spiders and clowns and eating alone, but your biggest fear will be that people will see you the way you see yourself.
Sometimes, looking at someone will be like looking into the sun. Sometimes someone will look at you like you are the sun. Wait for it.
You will learn how to sleep alone, how to avoid the cold corners but still fill a bed.
Always be friends with the broken people. They know how to survive.
You can love someone and hate them, all at once. You can miss them so much you ache but still ignore your phone when they call.
You are good at something, whether it’s making someone laugh or remembering their birthday. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that these things don’t matter.
You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin.
Loneliness is nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you.
People say I love you all the time. Even when they say, ‘Why didn’t you call me back?’ or ‘He’s an asshole.’ Make sure you’re listening.
But I just miss the real us. All I can do it keep trying to get back to the way things are. Sometimes I look back and wonder how we even got to this. I remember when we couldn’t get enough of each other and couldn’t wait to be together again. Same letter was our thing. Best friends. Same team. Forever and always and we meant it. I guess I’m just terrified of change. We were connected. And now I don’t know where you are or whats going on. I don’t want the arguments. I only want the smiles and love. I believe in working for something you really want and I guess I’m just scared you won’t work for us anymore. I don’t want you being angry at me anymore. I wish I knew what to do to fix things. And maybe you don’t miss me but I miss you so much everyday and just wish I could have a hug and everything will be better again. But I’ll be here hoping and loving you