Dear hurt soul,

Promise me that you will fall in love with yourself again. Let yourself to hurt for a bit, you are allowed to do so. However, never let yourself break. Never let that fire within you cease from burning. If you do not know, you have a fire within you--you are fierce and full of this penetrating flame that nothing and no one can extinguish. Not even you can hold it back because this same flame burns brighter than your most terrible of fears. Do not wait for someone to bring you flowers--plant your own garden and grow your own soul. Grow into the individual you dreamed of being. Become that individual that you desired to be and make certain of who you are and why you are here. Do not feel bad for the one who left without a word--they do not comprehend the gem they lost while they were too busy trying to collect the scattered rocks. Promise me you will love yourself. Promise me that you will put those pieces together, spread your wings and fly high. Promise me you will acknowledge your worth as the precious ruby you are--never let filth tarnish you. Promise me to live a life dedicated to loving endlessly. You turn that page to a brand new chapter with a clean page. If you have to, start a new book with a brand new beginning and rid yourself of the old and tattered book. New beginnings may be scary, but hold on tight because things will only get better from now on. Above all, promise me that you will be you.

Love,

Me