I barely know you, but I want you to know that my heart breaks for every time one of your heart breaks. I want you to know that for every written word, for every ocean spill, for every bone that aches, that I know how you feel. I want you to know that I’ve been there, that I’m still there, that I am living it all alongside with you. I want you to know that you’ll get through this soon — you and everyone involved in this situation — I am there to support you in this. And before you know it, these scars across the middle of your chest will fade and heal and soon that once fragile muscle behind your ribs will beat again, ready to face a new day, a new adventure, with somebody new — somebody who will really be worth giving your all to. Promise.
Hugs & Love,