We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and that someone else out there also knows how you're feeling. We want someone to explain things we can't. I know none of your stories or what you've been through..but maybe you feel the same way as I do. Read and do tell me! Also also also You're beautiful❤ thank you for giving this book a chance (: Yours truly, Emily. [This is not a story. Just parts of how I feel or felt during the heartbreak]