When I think of this heartbreak five years from now,
I will not remember laying awake at night, my head spinning from crying so hard or even the drop of my stomach at the sound of your name.
I will not remember these things.
But I will remember the Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed, restless, and brushed my teeth and went about my day with a smile on my face anyway.
I will remember the beauty of the words on the crumbled up paper, stained with dry mascara marks.
I will remember the inspiration it had given me.
I will no longer feel the crisp autumn air on my skin and shutter.
I will inhale the scent of apple cider and pumpkins and exhale with a sense of thankfulness.
Thankfulness that things happened the way they did, because I am the person I am because of it.

In five years from now, I will remember who I was and I will compare it to who I am and I will stand with my head held high, my chin held up and my smile out, knowing I am strong, beautiful, smart and loved and I can get through just about anything.

And I will be just fine.