A Sacredness In Tears

broken20heart1You hurt me when you pretended not to love me. I believed you and thought you didn’t care. Finding out years later you loved me all along doesn’t take away the pain felt and carried for years. But it will let the wound to heal to where now only a scar will remain.


There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of overwhelming grief…
and unspeakable love.
Washington Irving

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