Please know that I’m not always going to be gold and kind and gentle, please know that there are going to be days when I’m cold and distant and hard to love.

Please know that I may be dancing in the rain and laugh like there’s no tomorrow at this very moment, and burst into tears the next.

Please know that I may be cosmic constellations and burning flames all at the same time.

Please know I’ve been hurt before, and I’ve been broken before, so please please handle me with care. Please know I won’t always function the way people expect me to, know I’m gonna break, and please know I’m gonna fall and burst into flames.