"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present." Eleanor Roosevelt
You would agree, I know you would.
You saw every day as a gift.
The tears are with me almost everyday. they are my present.
Maybe they are a present.
Maybe they are living parts of my soul.
Maybe I need to be glad they are with me, instead of wiping them away.
Where do they come from? I don't know.
I've always been a crier. I've always had my tears as my companion.
Maybe my tears too are a gift, a part of me coming home to myself.
I pray for you with me and not with me.
A hard truth to accept.
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