disturb me.
update me.
get upset when i do dumb things.
show your jealous side.
yap nonstop.
spam me with photos and texts.
tell me how your day went.
show me your fit.
call/facetime me anytime.
i love the little things.
The most terrible loneliness is not the kind that comes from being alone, but the kind that comes from being misunderstood; the loneliness of standing in a crowded room, surrounded by people who do not see you, who do not hear you, who do not know the true essence of who you are.