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. They do. That you will always be hungry for the one you truly love. Always. Even whenthat person 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.