Heartbreak feels like the end of all your happiness. Sometimes it hurts so much that you almost believe that your heart will explode inside your chest because of the pain. And it kills. It kills to think that the one person who you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with is no longer by your side. It kills to imagine waking up in the morning with the heavy weight of loss at the pit of your heart. It kills when the niggling truth dawns on you —and not for the first time-that you can never speak to them again. You can never live out the best parts of your life again. You can never hear their soft laughter filled with love for you again. It kills. It does. But it can't destroy you. I promise you. It might feel like it's the end of the world, but read this— it's only the end of the world that you shared with them. It might feel like your life sucks, but read this—tbis is just a bad time in your life. It doesn't mean that your life is bad. It doesn't mean that you won't be happy or find love again, even if it's in your own arms. It doesn't mean that you can't come home to yourselt. Because you can and you will. And one day you will be so comfortable with the fact that it didn't work out that when you see them, because life has a funny way of bringing up the past—you will tell them this; Loving you almost killed me. But it didn't. And bere I am, still smiling. Still in love with the life that I had before you came. Here I am. Still living. Here I am—still living?