Sometimes healing looks like falling apart. Sometimes falling apart is the path to what can be built. Sometimes, we go through the darkest nights, and there is nobody but the man in the moon to hear. He always listens. Now you listen. There is not enough air in the room, but you are breathing. There is nobody here, but you are held. You have broken, and the world is breaking, and we will always rebuild. Do you hear me, love? We will always rebuild.
