I think people underestimate how much it means to people when you care, people like me, people who are people at all. I love it when people are interested and ask questions about anything really, like how my day was, ho I felt about what happened, if I miss someone at the moment. And if so what. I hate talking about myself, I won't lie there but I do like it when a person takes an authentic fascination with me. Like not in a creepy way just in a way that they like me, they want to get to know me. I've always tried my best to be interested in others and to care but it runs dry sometimes because I want people to care about me too. Not in the sense that they just say they do, in the sense that they don't need my permission to care, if I'm not feeling well they could surprise me with a white rose, or just anything. L I T E R A L L Y anything would do. A handwritten letter, those little cherry candies I like, QUESTIONS! About anything, the future, the past, the present. A N Y T H I N G.
Srjs
2:19 a.m.
P.S.
If you are bad with words you can always google things or not use words either.
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