You're crying.

You're crying under the stars listening to that song that you played on repeat for three months when the first boy you thought you loved left you when you were fifteen. You're crying into a pillow that has seen three years of tears since that day, listening to that same song because a different boy left you today. You're crying and the moon is shaking her head because we never seem to learn that people who are able to reel off sweet talk so fluently are usually the ones able to say goodbye without a hitch in their voice or a catch in their throat.

You're crying because it hurts. You're crying and that's okay because you think is the end of the road. You're crying and that's okay because tears are the first step in healing and this is not the end of your journey.