*dug the entry out of my old wordpress, I still think it's beautiful and rather appropriate*

This.

This is an entry for you if you ever had your heart broken.
This is an entry for you if you ever had to watch the person you love walk away.
This is an entry for you if it ever struck you that this was it.
This is an entry for you if you once loved someone who couldn’t love you anymore.
This is an entry for you if you ever stopped loving someone who couldn’t stop loving you.
This is an entry for you if the ache in your heart wouldn’t stop.
This is an entry for you if you ever shed a tear for loss.
This is an entry for you if you ever had to place your palm on your chest secretly believing that’d stop it from hurting too much.
This is an entry for you if you ever allowed someone to enter your life, only to watch him leave.
This is an entry for you if your remedy is cynicism and a bottle of scotch.
This is an entry for you if circumstances has lost your faith in love.
This is an entry for you if you still believe in love, despite everything.
This is an entry for you if you ever closed your eyes and were so bloody afraid to open them again.
This is an entry for you if all you need right now is a hug.
This is an entry for you if you ever had to make a choice that didn’t leave you with much.
This is an entry for you if you ever trusted anyone with your heart.
This is an entry for you if you can never trust anyone with your heart again.

This is an entry for you if you ever took a good, long look at the wreckage your heart has been reduced to and didn’t know where to start.

This, whoever you are, is for you. This, like the mythical belief of love, is timeless, and will stand strong in case you’re not capable of doing so. This isn’t the rainbow after a storm, but rather, this is the dew resting on the leaf blades, bathing in the aftermath. This is me telling you that you, you will be okay. This is me believing that after every possibly wrong thing that has ever happened to you, you will be okay. This is me knowing that because you survived, because you made it through, albeit slightly wrecked, but because you came out of it still in a loosely fitted piece, at the end of the day, you will be okay.

This is me holding your hand all the way through, until you we reach the end of the day.