Like what if we stopped sharing only half of ourselves, a quarter of ourselves. What if we said I love you when we felt it and hugged each other, even if some make no effort to hug you back? What if we laughed when something was funny, and gave into the joy of its sound instead of holding back? What if we told our friends we don’t always understand their decisions and what if we told strangers we found them beautiful? What if we called old friends to tell them we dreamt of them the other night? What if we said I miss you? What if honesty didn’t always lead to destruction, and we just fell into every curiosity as if today was our last?