Note: This is a post for the Writing 101 Workshop.
Dear 15-year-old me,
I know that you are hurting, that you had your heart broken again by the same person. I know what you are thinking of at this very moment: you are angry, you are alone, and you are afraid of opening up again. I also know you are afraid that no one else would ever want to be with you.
I want you to know that’s not true–you are wanted, you are cared for, you are loved. Feel free to weep, and one day you will find another reason to get back on your feet.