3.

Dear Self,

I know it hurts right now. He sped away on the train 48 minutes ago and you felt yourself break the moment you stepped out of the station. You walked in with him and walked back out alone. Believe me, I know how much that hurts.

But you need to remember that you have no regrets, that every word, every touch was real and true and beautiful. So even though you are breaking (and yes, this is breaking-- you can feel the hole, the tear), know that you walked into the station the same way you walked out: loved.

You sit wiping your nose now, feeling the sting, and letting the song you used to think was heartwarmingly sexy wash over you, dulling your hurt. You realize how easy it is now to pick out what is real and what isn't, (and this is oh-so-fake), now that you know. And you smile, because even though he is still gone, and you can literally feel his absence, as well as the pain that comes with it, you know you have him to thank for this new insight, this new little discerning superpower.

This makes you feel close to him. And goddamn, if that isn't the most beautiful thing.

Love,
You, from a better place