It’s rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face.

When my daughter is dealing with her first heartbreak and is crying until she makes herself sick as I hold her, my heart will break as she asks me what she did wrong. I will tilt her chin up so I can look at her and I will tell her of you. I will tell her of the boy who broke my heart at the age of eighteen. I will tell her of how you were supposed to my person and how you promised me the world. I will tell her of the way you held me and how we kissed goodbye in the moonlight. I will tell her of how much I cared for you and how I desperately wanted us to work. I will tell her of how my best friend sent me a message that contained a picture of your profile on a hookup site. I will tell her how it broke me and how you were more upset that you’d made plans and bought me a Christmas present than the way you hurt me. I will tell her of how I cried until my throat was sore and it felt like my nose was going to bleed. I will tell her of the nights I spent wide awake wondering what I did wrong. And then I will tell her that I did nothing wrong. That she has done nothing wrong. Because you were to blame. You were like rain: useless and disappointing. And I deserved more. And then I will tell her that this boy that has broken her heart is just a phase and that one day she will find someone who loves her and treasures her and never takes her for granted. I will tell her of the boy who is like sun and makes the rain go away.