With every teardrop that falls, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. Like all the pain and anguish that has been building up inside has finally found an outlet. A way of spilling out of my mind so my heart has room for love again. The kind of love that heals, and holds conviction to its name. The kind that gently prays for the courage to be able to breathe again, even when you think you've forgotten how.
Silent prayers in silent tears. As they roll down your cheeks, so too does the pain roll away.