I’ve learned to be friends with the broken. They know how to survive and have a depth of great love and understanding. I’ve learned that loneliness has nothing to do with how many people are around you but how many of them understand you. I learned that the smallest word can break your heart or repair it. That we are all 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. That you will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you, you’ll cherish the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin. I learned that we should not fear as we will find our way. It’s in our bones. It’s in our soul.

Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone. Too often we’re too stubborn to say, ‘Sorry, I was wrong.’ Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.

It’s really painful to say goodbye to someone that you don’t want to let go of, but it’s even more painful to hold on to them if they never wanted to stay in the first place. If someone doesn’t show you the same love that you show them, and acts as if you are unimportant most of the time, this may be a big clue as to the fact that you don’t need them in your life either. The only people you truly need in your life are those who respect you and want you to be in theirs.