It broke my heart when I watched you cry.
Just to see your blue-skying interrupted by a dark cloud.
How you tried to salvage it, how your big, big eyes were still blurred with your tears,
and your nose tinged pink, even when you tried to joke about aimless, everyday things.
It wasn't a cathartic cry.
Not a single sob or sound escaped you. Except for the sound of each tear plopping on your pillow.
It was a cry of resignation. One utter exhaustion.
I'm glad you cried.
Because it made you feel secure. Not in your grief.
But in complete understanding of what is happening.
Because it mounted to resolve.
I'm so proud of you.
And I love you so much.
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