“And sometimes, things are hard.
I know that, once, someone touched your hand and you did not want them to pull their hand away, but they did and this made you sad. And for this reason, I also know that sometimes you smile even when there’s nothing to smile about.
I know that the grass grew while you were sleeping. I know that somewhere on the other side of the world, the sun shone on people you will never meet.
I know that at least once, if not several times, someone you knew woke up in the middle of the night thinking of you and wondering what became of you.
And they’ve contemplated calling you out of the blue.”