the smell of rain on wet stone. a cool wind ruffling your hair, the evening like a damp kiss on your cheek, the tote bag of newly-discovered secondhand books heavy in your elbow. the light is rose and gold, and inside waiting for you there is tea, and warmth, and freshly baked lavender and lemon cake.
The last guy I thought I loved ended up being a pathological liar who never meant anything he ever said to me. And that’s heartbreak. My last boyfriend ended up engaged to the girl he dated before me. That was heartbreak. I know my moms favorite is still my first boyfriend, who I ended up hurting pretty badly. And that’s heartbreak too. Heartbreak isn’t “by the book,” and you can’t predict it and you can’t avoid it but you’re never alone because it affects everyone, even the ones who cause it. Just remember that.