The page begins with the question Do you think I’ll break your heart? and later ends with a reminder to self, that the loveliest things in the world don’t come for free; they need to be paid with a currency of regrets and hopes and bravery.

And in the middle, the letter admits: a single smile restarts the heart, and a single memory blocks it shut; I have and haven’t been here before.

Today’s word vomit contains sensitive material.