Piece of hope.

Last night i fell asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the roof outside my window. I began to imagine them as millions of tears being shed that night, from teenage girls all over the world because of that one boy that they just can't get off their mind. Whether it have been after a breakup, a fight or maybe cause you just plain miss them... as much as a boy asks a girl not to ever cry over them, we will. A boy once told me that he would never make me cry because he would never hurt me. He kept his end of the bargain by never hurting me... but i cried over him many times, because i hurt for him, and letting go of someone when you know it's for the best even if they still love you... That is harder than any casual, 'we're over.' But the reason why i cried over that boy, was because he was worth it. We are humans, we were mad to cry as a way of expressing ourselves and being able to feel different emotions. Sometimes crying can be a reminder that your still alive in a time when you feel dead.

Just like in a storm, the thunder and darkness sometimes make us feel like there is no end to this dreary day. But as the rain stops, there is a sense of peace that covers the earth. The sun shines brighter and the birds sing louder. This is the same pattern that happens once we have cried a river of tears.


You have a sigh of relief and a piece of hope that fills you once all those tears have been let go. Sometimes it take more than one breakdown to find this hope, but it slowly shines it's way through, the same way the sun peeks through the clouds on a rainy day. Sometimes God will even throw us a rainbow to make us smile... Or maybe that cute boy that just moved in next door :)