After every chapter, I can’t tell you that it isn’t going to hurt. But I can guarantee that every close door has another opening. Sometimes things fall apart in order for greater things to fall together. I’ve never been so sure of something in my life and suddenly have it get ripped out of my chest. But to everyone who is reading this, I write this with compassion. I understand you feel hurt, I understand you feel like you have no meaning anymore, but take a great look at what life has to offer to you. Look at all the other things in life that do matter. Today I had my heart ripped out of me from someone I thought cared for me. I am not ashamed to cry. I am not ashamed to tell you I am hurt. Real bad. But what I am ashamed of is letting him get to me. Let him get into my conscience. There is so much tolerance I may have to offer for him that I know now he can never give to me. So I write to all the people who had there heart torn or felt they had no more purpose in life just because someone walked out. You can make it through. Cry if you must. But I promise you, every wound eventually heals.