Cry openly, you only get to feel this so many times.
Pain is real. It is all-encompassing. It is bricks and fire and the driving rain all at once. It demands to course through you and needs no permission, from anyone.
You only get to feel this so many times.
Cry openly. At funerals, at weddings, at car crashes on the freeway and the man who jumped in front of the train during your morning commute.
Cry openly. The man you loved who left too soon. The man you’re still not over. Cry openly.
The hospital roommate who coded and the doctors could not revive. The plane that disappeared and was never found, the plane that vanished with 239 people on board. 239 human beings whose lives all had definition and complicated dynamics of love and grief and joy.
Cry openly. You only get to feel this so many times.