I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
Catching up, having deep conversations and laughing hysterically with old true friends is genuinely what life is all about. All about the small bursts of happiness to make you realise how lucky you are and how important people are…. Laaaaavely
I hate how people are so obsessed in falling for and loving a person before they are willing to fall in love with a thing or a concept or an ideology or themselves