I hope you treat the next person better than you treated me, for both of your sakes. I know you can, if you choose to do so.
I understand why people feel that way. That it all happens for a reason. It’s a sweet little umbrella to live under.
You can be a wildflower in a patch of weeds. You can be someone’s sun and their moon. You can be the muse for songs or you can write them yourself.
Here’s the thing- I don’t owe you anything.
It isn’t easy, it won’t be easy for you.
I need to know that I’ll be okay, and not just okay but perfectly fine, and not just perfectly fine but better than before.
Let this wreck you. Let it hurt. But don’t you dare let this fully break you.
If you get to a point where you see that your reality was skewed and your perception was off, don’t freak out. Breathe.
Understand that this is your chance; this is your shot to be whatever the hell you want.
This storm will pass, and I will be bruised from it. But I’ll be alive. And I’ll breathe deeper than ever before.