happy tears
I’ve never been one to cry when I am happy, or when I’m feeling the spirit, or really ever actually.
I cried on my mission when I felt like I wasn’t good enough. I cried when someone had hurt me, or when I had felt that I had hurt someone. I cried when I was sad.
But today, I cried. And the tears that fell were not sad. They were the happiest tears I’ve ever cried. And I don’t know why. Well, I do, but I don’t know why I cried.
I am happy. Oh, I am so so happy, and I don’t know how else to explain it.
Maybe the tears
Are the rain.
And yes, I will stay here,
If you, too, stay.
Oh, how I want to stay,
And cry happy tears
For the rest of my life.
(And that won’t make sense to anyone except for me. But deal with it.)
Love,
Emma
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