It happened again. Once again, you're lying on your bathroom floor, feeling hopeless. The tears came again, messing up your perfectly curled lashes and your beautifully done eyeliner; the tears messed up the eyeliner and mascara you put on trying to feel pretty enough, trying to feel good enough for him. He told you he wouldn't leave you; he told you he loved you and you were it for him; he told you the famous script that you've heard over and over again, and once again, you believed him. You found yourself once again screaming into your pillow at night, not eating for what seems like weeks, and scrolling through all of the pictures so much that your thumb is turning numb. You once again tell yourself, "I will never feel like this again; I will never give another man the power to hurt me again." You are done being optimistic, and you are done being the girl who's always left, so you give up. You give up on the closest thing we humans have to magic, you give up on love.

To the girl who's always left: If you have the opportunity to fall in love again, don't run away, if you find your heart sinking again and your stomach filled with butterflies, don't run scared. To the girls that are always left, to the girls that are always broken, beat down and abandoned, if you come across a magic such as love, I promise you, one day all the hurt and heartbreak will be worth it.

You're scared. Getting your heart broken hurts; it's a pain that doesn't heal overnight; it's a pain that doesn't give a shit if you've eaten in the past week; it's a relentless pain that doesn't cease its fire. Heartbreak is the kind of pain that a simple "you'll be OK" won't fix. It's a hurt that a scoop of ice cream and a chick flick won't solve. Heartbreak sucks, but it's worth it. It's worth the pain, the scars — it's worth everything.

To the girl who's always left: It's OK not to be OK. It's OK to cry so hard you shake, and it's OK to feel the hurt that you don't deserve. It's OK to lay on the couch for days on end and just wanting to be alone surrounded by the screaming of the silence that fills your heart.

To the girl who's always left: It hurts; it makes you feel worthless; you don't know how much more you can take, and trust me, I know you don't think you will ever find that love again, but you will. Being the girl that's left is a blessing. You are that much closer to finding the person that will make your life whole; you're that much closer to finding the person that will treat you the way you always deserved to be treated.

If you have the opportunity to fall in love again, don't run away. Love is the closest thing we humans have to magic. It gives us something to believe in again; it gives our lives a magic that can never be replaced. One day you will wake up next to your person, and you will thank yourself for never giving up on this once in a lifetime magic. One day you will wake up and remember each and every heartbreak, and you will thank him. You will thank him for leaving, because look to where it has brought you, darling. It has brought you to magic.