I miss the people who liked me for no reason. The people who don’t just come around because they know I cooked or because they need a laugh. I miss the people who call for no reason and those pop-up visit because they missed my face. I miss the people who are not just interested in who or what I know but the value of my company. The people who laugh without motive or words of flattery. The people who don’t care how different I am or the way I tie my shoes but just that I woke up. I miss the genuine people who love without reason or default. I miss the people who don’t fill the need to change me because they enjoy the artwork of my heart. The people who see your shades of paint and even if those colors aren’t for them, they can appreciate it. The people who do not try to colonize me into being who I was or someone I am not. I miss the people who like me for no reason. @redfruit