My Darling, I write this knowing you will be here at some point and I hope I will be well prepared for you. I have a huge scope of knowledge but I seem not to know how to use that knowledge well, or rather I am yet to know how to teach the things that I know. I have loved and I have been loved and I promise nothing feels more heavenly than the embrace of the one you love. The way they look at you, and the way they talk and walk and smile, and the little things that they do that only you seem to see and feel and breathe and live and love. Don't you even think of giving up Don't you even Don't you even say you've had enough You're not leaving There is also the other side of love; where they stop loving you. No one prepares you for this. It’s a wrecking ball as it crashes the utter foundations of your beliefs about love. You remain confused about what you did wrong as they try to convince you that it wasn’t your fault yet they do not want anything to do