Tell people you love them. Tell people you love them even if they think you’re weird, even if you don’t think the feelings are mutual. Tell people you love them when they’re sad/happy/lost. Tell people you love them at 2am in the morning when your inhibitions have left you, and there isn’t anything stopping you from pouring your affection over their heart. Tell people you love them with sincerity. Tell them why you love them. Tell them you’ll love them even if they don’t love themselves.
You won’t always have the chance to do so. Moments pass you by, and so do relationships. Things change brutally, and quickly. Love is fluid. There are too many people in the world, living their lives without me, never knowing that I loved them and that, while it lasted, they were so so so dear to me. I don’t want to regret never sharing my love with other human beings. I don’t want to be an old woman and reflect and wonder, ‘did he ever know how precious he was to me?’