Up too late

I miss late night chats with Sarah, even if it keeps me up too late. She understands me completely, and still accepts me for who I am. I hate that she is hurting, she doesn't deserve to be treated that way. I love that she doesn't care when I get upset over trivial things, and in return, I listen to all of her crazy stories. 

It baffles me when I think of all the people too busy to just sit and listen, maybe because one of my favorite things to do is exchange thoughts. So many people have stories that they are dying to tell, and I feel like so many problems in the world could be solved if people just decided to listen when others are trying to talk. Maybe if people tried to understand, there would be a lot less confusion and hatred in the world. I mean, it's pretty much impossible to hate someone once you know their story. 

I once told someone that I wanted to go on a road trip and go places and meet people and just listen to their stories, I don't know if they understood. 

I still want that.

I don't know, I got pretty off topic there. I guess the point is that my sister is pretty great, and stories are important. It's too late, and I should be asleep. 

Peace