She’s so sad. Every day she holds back the tears.
The tears want to escape but she smiles instead.
Sometimes she gets frustrated and angry because the tears won’t leave her alone. She snaps at everyone and pushes everyone away. Not wanting them to see the tears.
Yet he holds her. He holds her tight. He lets her feel and be herself. He knows she doesn’t like to cry, but he also knows it’s not good to hold back the tears.
He tells her to cry, and she balls her eyes out on his shoulder. Staining his sleeve with mascara as the sadness pours from her eyes.
Then she smiles and hugs him tight.
“Thank you, my Love, for loving all of me… Even my sadness.”