If I could make myself a better person, I would:
Give up the past
Give up my fears
Stop labeling people, things and events
Stop resisting change
Give up my ego
Give up attachments
Live healthy
Cherish
And probably, you will always be the one I wish who's never left. Twelve months. One freaking year. I realised that you have never left. Because I brought you here. How could I. Leave. Fucking leave me please.