In this dream, I was devastated, crying with my face buried in my friend's lap while she stroked my hair and spoke softly:

your love language is trying.

your love language is "this made me think of you".

your love language is preparing plate of cut up fruits, that someone didn't have to ask for.

your love language is saying to person you care about "go on" after their were interrupted.

your love language is noticing.

your love language is believing someone when they show who they are.

your love language is "let me know when you get home safe".

there's no reason to cry that much, even when you need that cry to survive. someday, someone, will make you feel loved. as you need to be loved. someday, one day. I'm sure about it.

Reposted from themelancholyofdeparture