My dear,

Sorrow overwhelms doesn’t it?

It knocks all the wind out of you, leaving you cradling on the floor. It sucks all the air out the room, leaving you grasping for your throat. It floods your eyes with tears for days, eventually leaving you dry.

…It defeats completely doesn’t it?

But like Pandora’s box, amongst all the negatives, sorrow brings one tiding of good news. That your heart is grandiose; gigantic! Afterall…

Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.

Falsely yours,
Khalil Gibran