My dear,

Everything will be okay in the end, and if it’s not okay, it’s not the end.

So let the weeping of your heart stop, and start the healing. Let the tear lines on your face dry up, and smile.

For this is not the end.

This is a pot-hole, a detour, and an off-road path all rolled into one.

This is not the end.

Falsely yours,
Carolyn Myers