She ran like the rain.
I started to cry today. I was so close I could almost feel the warm tears running down my cheek. Then, I said why cry? I felt a temporary, fake, happiness. And then, I cried. Crying isn't something I like to do, but I've learned it's necessary. It's part of recovery. It's a part of life that will never cease to exist. I cried, but not as much as I wanted to. Just a tear or two fell upon my sweater. I have a feeling there will be more tears before I shut my eyes tonight. But, I'm okay with that. A friend once asked me, when I was in a heartbroken stance a year ago, if it had rained lately. It was November, and it hadn't rained in weeks. I replied no. He said, after the rain, you'll feel peace again. It rained shortly after he said that, and he was right. I felt better. Tears are something like rain. You always feel better after the rain or the tears. When it rains, it is because the clouds are so full they need to release. Sometimes we get so full we ...