Miss people. Miss them with all you have, so long until you can’t breathe anymore. Type messages and delete them, write letters and throw them away. Listen to the old songs that make you cry. And for God’s sake, don’t let those tunes rot in a shelf somewhere. Convince yourself of the opposite all you want, but building walls is always the equivalent of taking the easy way. When you shut everyone away is when you die, and being able to let others in, even when it hurts, is to be reborn. Because that’s how this world works, and that’s the only way to be a part of it.