I need you to know it’s okay to cry. Let it go, girl. Sob all over the world’s blueprints for you—they’re worthless, anyway. You don’t need other peoples’ plans. Let pain be your architect. The design for where I stand today is written in our deepest despair, forged on what you see as failure and I know now as fortitude. Don’t punish ourself for feeling, for fearing, for fretting: it is in these days of darkness that we will learn how to light our own fire. This skill will serve us for the rest of our days together and soon, you will see, we will teach others to do the same.