The Coldest Winter

by Brittainy C. Cherry

I love you always. And then a little bit more after that. Find me in the sunrises. I’ll always be there, waiting to shine on you. Con amore,

“Even when you can’t see the sunrise, you can still feel it. It’s still there for you. There’s a certain tingle in the air, like magic undulating in the atmosphere around you. The warmth of the sun hits your skin after being enclosed in nightfall for so long. Your skin can almost feel the sensations of each color.”

as if the sunrise is bursting all over you.”

“You don’t have to see the sunrise to witness its beauty. You can feel it against your soul.”

My world, Making bread takes time. A lot of resting. Humans are like bread, too. Sometimes we just need a little rest to rise. Con amore, Mama

“I want you to make a list of fifteen things you like. Fifteen things that make you happy.

Sometimes healing comes from the allowance of darkness.” “The

“Yes. Think of grief as a beast. A strong, big animal that you think you’re supposed to defeat. So you fight against it, push and pull to try to regain some normalcy back in your world. Because that’s the messed-up part, right?

Don’t get over it. Get under it.

You deserve to be loved. The truth of the matter is we’re all a little broken. We’re all a little cracked. But those cracks are what make us who we are. And every shattered person is still worthy of love. Maybe even more so than others.”

but what if you’re right on time? That’s the scariest thing about life—it makes no promises. But