Some things don’t last forever, but some things do.

Like a good song, or a old text messages, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.

You. Make it you.

You’ve made it about everyone else this week. Today, make it about you. Eat the crust of your pizza. Jump on your bed. Sing in the shower. Confront. Collide. Color outside the lines. Unlock your inner code, because it’s Sunday Funday!

Think about how many people have sat beside you at a room, at a public bus or train and how they somehow crossed their fingers hoping that you will talk to them. I am definitely certain that somebody has. There are plenty of times that someone has seen you and hoped that you will talk to them, but you never did, because you are unaware and they never had the guts.

Don’t go around wondering that no one likes you and that you are not loved, because there might be a lot of times that a stranger spotted you and said, “Just my type.”