My dear angel, if you find yourself in the mess called love, make sure he holds your hand in public. Don’t be afraid to kiss him first. Let him see your heart. Don’t let him hold it. If you feel words in your throat, do not swallow them, do not hide. Keep him in your heart. Draw him in pencil. Oh sweetheart, memorise the vibration of his voice, never the tune of his heartbeat. Go to weird towns and empty shops to make the best memories. Fall for far in love with every fibre of your being. But darling if he ever breaks your heart go to those towns and stores and pick up the contents of your chest. Don’t wear his t-shirts to bed anymore. Pack away the photographs, the cards, the letters, the journals, but do not burn them. Erase him from your heart. Do not be afraid to call me at 3am to hold you together. Say his name into the mirror over and over until it doesn’t make sense. My baby, I know what it’s like to love someone and to have your heart ripped apart. It’s sharing knees and stomach aches. It’s tear filled eyes and the coldness that used to be warm. It’s the pain you feel later at night. It’s beautiful until it isn’t.