It feels like a desperate day. I cry and cry and cry. As I look at myself in the mirror I whisper to Shawn, I hope you think my tears are beautiful. You have loved me through all things. I hope you still think I am beautiful.
I can honestly say I think I look pretty while I cry in the mirror, only because my tears are a visible expression of love. If love could be in a tangible form, than I think it is evident in my tears. I think I have physically seen love.
