You'll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips, new songs and old ones, fresh air and cold nights, books and sweaters, but people more than anything else. You'll need other people and you will be that other person to someone else. You will feel empty because you leave pieces of yourself in everything you used to love, and it really sucks sometimes. But at these times, you remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours. Even when you keep hurting your feelings, you still share that love. You love unmade beds, you love when people are devastated and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. You love the look in people's eyes when they realise they're in love. You love the way people look when they first wake up. You love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. You fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. And you forget that someday, everything will stop, and you'll feel like it was just a sweet dream where you were happy, sincerely happy to the point you were tired of this superficial feeling.

Sincerely, me.
All the love.