Here's to the days when you're missing the people who left their snow covered tracks in your heart and then walked away while the cocoa was simmering and the ice melted. To the people you love and would do anything for, pinned onto a board in the shape of faded photographs. Here's to the nights when you close your eyes and seep your lungs in a salty mix of pale music and tears. Chin up, darling. I know you feel sad now, I know you feel like your heart is aching and soft like a ball of putty that people like to roll up. In the end, you'll be okay, in the end you'll be better. You're stronger than you think and not quite as broken as you first supposed.