Tears to Words.

In an effort to turn my child-like tears into words, I write. I thought this day would pass without my crying spells. But just as I had hit my bed, I received a text from a friend that sent teardrops rolling down my crinkled face. My nerves were calm most of today until boyfriend topics came up and I became too coward to speak. I begin to tremble inside because I have no stories to share. I slowly close my eyes and carefully subdue my thoughts and my tears. I've observed his every reaction so far and noticed minimal sentiments. After skimming through some old pictures, he seemed to have already taken the time to rearrange his next few years without "us." He seemed somewhat upset but also seemed to have moved forward. He has goals in life, just as I do. He has a steep hill to climb, a few hurdles to jump over and a very tricky ladder to attempt before he gets to see the finish line. No matter what however, I would be supportive of his endeavors. He's too smart to just shun his dreams.