i just have to cry.

i just have to pour out my soul in an absolutely horrid way.

i try not to let on when i have had a bad day.

i don’t want to look weak… 

there are bigger problems than mine. really.

but sometimes…

it is the better thing to cry and cry and cry.

and cry some more. 

and sometimes i get lucky.

sometimes i have someone great around…

someone who,

in spite of what i think others feel,

loves every bot of me. 

and i know it is true because

i can see a small hint…

a little hint in the corner of his eye.

that little glint says,