“When the stars came out that night, I sat in the garden on a small stone bench and I read the letter that Will had written first. My head had decided that it would be easier to read before my heart could feel too hard about what he might have written. My head was wrong. My heart cried with sadness and with joy. They were perfect words, written by a perfect man. They were words so filled with heartbreak, love and compassion that I held my breath throughout reading every single word. Words have the power to break you or to fix you. That night, sitting under those stars and reading those words, they seemed to be the glue that slowly started to fix my broken heart.” LoveRomanceFictionHeartbreakMental HealthRecoveryYoung Adult FictionMental Health Awareness Book:What it's Like to Keep Living Source: What it's Like to Keep Living