Eleven

A message to you;

I won't tell you not to be sad anymore, I know it doesn't help. All you really want is to cry, let every trace of that person seep from you. Cry them out. I'm telling you to, I'm letting you be sad. If you don't want to be over it. Don't be. That's Ok, I want to listen. Rant away.

I won't tell you to be ashamed of what you feel you need to be ashamed of. I will always be so proud of you, for you guts, for your brains, for your beauty. You need to learn to accept yourself, all of the time, not the person that the Posh people say to be. I love only you.

The both of you.