When they notice.—And care.

Somebody asked me if I was okay. Said I’ve been quiet of late. Asked if I’ve been concerned about my trip. Gave me a hug.

--And I wasn’t alone.

Well, though related to and probably originating from/with my trip, it’s a lot more complicated than that, due, most definitely and specifically, to my spaghetti self.--And life. But the point is: when people notice and they take time to care, the world becomes a better and a happier place, even if the problems aren’t immediately resolved.

Yay. :)

(On another note: It's pretty tragic that when I'm quiet (finally!), it's not considered normal. Haha.)