Sometimes I think all anyone needs to hear is that they’re loved. Completely unexpected without reason without wanting anything back without without. At least I know that’s what I want to hear sometimes. Genuinely. Those words don’t come so often. We all want to know that someone cares. Hope that someone thinks the world of us. I know I want to touch people. I won’t pretend that I’ll care if they remember my face or my name but to leave an impression— some upward turn of the lips or moment for pause— would make this life worth the motions it takes. I hate photos of myself and I’ll probably never post more than this but someone believed in me and I’ll never forget that.
