“There is a sacredness in tears. they are not the mark of weakness, but of power. they speak more eloquently the ten thousand tounges. They are messengers of overwhelming grief… and unspeakable love.” —Washington Irving
The small talk destroyed me.
Still made me tongue tied, butterflied and forget everything that I wanted to say.
My heart pretty much could’ve launched out of my chest.
I'm apologizing in advance.
I got the most generous gift from my granddad for my birthday, and even though I'm thankful, it doesn't make me happy at all. I think something's wrong with me.