I knew this day was going to come and believe me all of us have been fighting against time, wishing that the worst that could come to you is a skinned knee. If you're anything like your Aunt, you're probably in your room right now. Your music is loud, but your thoughts are louder. You're probably running through a checklist of why nots: why aren't you good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, funny enough, enough in general. Your mind has become a battleground of your emotions and your gut is telling you it's easier to shut everyone out in the world and deal with it by yourself.
Baby girl, I pray you pick up a phone or walk down the hall to your Mom's room. I pray that you understand your value is not defined by a heartbreak, that how much your worth is not lessened by someone walking away from you. I know that in this moment your world stops, your world ends, because rejection kills. It is going to sting and those tears are going to fall, but then you'll realize that you are your world. That boy may have walked away from it, but he could never end it.
I know that no matter how many times I say in the grand scheme of life this is a simple road bump, you won't believe it. I did not believe it when your Mom told me, but take a deep breath and grab some ice cream, turn on a chick flick and cry. Let it out. Take your time, but don't let the time take you. Get out of the bed and throw away the tissues because you are a warrior. You are the girl that bounces back, you may feel like he broke your heart, but he didn't.