Tangible Love

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.

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