This is a vague description of what it is that I feel inside. Frustrated. Angry. Confused. Hurt. Feelings that result to only one thing: goddamn tears.
Carrie Bradshaw once said that a person could only cry a certain amount of tears in his/her lifetime. In her case, she used up all of hers for Mr. Big. That after more or less 10 years of their abstruse "relationship", those years of continuous filling up of buckets and buckets of sobs, her tear ducts bailed out and decided to just dry up. Now is this a fact or an auspicious attempt of desperate women to somehow ease their unfading agony? You decide.
Weeping is our body's way of releasing insurmountable grief. There's just this instant on button in our system that activates when the physical body chooses not to take it in anymore. It is a simple way of our human form saying, "Hey stupid, no more.."
Wake up, Rose. He chose to leave you this way. He voluntarily broke the promise you both shared. In all his willingness, whatever reason he might have, he broke your heart, again.
