Somebody cares.

Love your life. Never regret it.

somebody cares.

The person that lives down your street notices when you're sick because they don't see you stomping your way to your school bus; it's how they know it's time to get your breakfast ready. Somebody is looking for you at the party even if they don't know that they're really looking for you but when you don't show up, some part of them is disappointed. Somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat your lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on.

I know your parents are a complicated mess and there's drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices, but somebody always does.

Every face in your dreams is someone you've met, and that means you're in a million's stranger's head. They see you when they go to bed. And somebody cares.

Somebody still thinks about you even though you're just a person with a nice outfit or a good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regretted not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you're alive and that makes you fascinating.

Somebody cares. When you were on your break from work and saw a cat looking out the window of a car and suddenly broke into a smile; there was a girl in the back of the car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and I hope you get more chances to smile like that. And there is you, sitting here and reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and I'm telling you that I care.

Somebody always does. I promise. You are loved.

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