Hey.

1480 sunsets from today it will get better.

We will stumble home smiling on the metro and for once in our life, not ask “do I deserve this?”

We won’t hear her asking if we are worthy for happiness.

You won’t believe me now, but I promise you we will figure out that happiness is not kept behind “good enough.”

You’re going to go to the mountains, for a while. For longer than you like. You’ll go stir crazy up there, it’ll hurt. But you have a lot of hurt to settle as it is.

Our friends will find you. They will put you back together because they love you. You don’t let yourself see it now, but I promise you they love you now and still.

Listen to them, be there for them. Despite what we were told, we aren’t irredeemable.

Remember why we chose all this. Tybee Island, Santa Cruz, Bowen Island. It’ll sting but use them.

In time we will be back where it started – again. It’ll be better this time dude, I promise, we are better.

Look up “epistemic humility” when you reach Rhode Island, and check in on Iggy from Uni.

You are going to change bud, it’ll be okay – it’s okay to let some things unbecome rather than add more.

I want you to know that she’s wrong. We aren’t unloveable. You just need to figure out what loving is for yourself – but you have time, we always have time.

Yours,

P