three kinds of tears.

#1. the joyful and greatful tears.

If you look on the blogpost below, your first thought would probably be, what on earth is wrong with her why would she spend money on him like that and various questions circling your mind would entrap you, force you to believe that I buy my best friend.

Puck You. My best friend is someone that keeps me alive and reminds me everyday what I live for, my best friend gives me the hope I need to go on. My best friend is there for me pretty much every moment of my pain.

Today, I looked at the post, and tears welled up and something reached into my heart and yanked. I felt understood, yet right now I feel like the most misunderstood person in the world, but when I look at the picture my best friend creates for me, I can't help but grin until my cheeks hurt through wet cheeks, a blocked nose and swelling eyes.

#2. empathy tears.

When its love,
when its family,
when its faith,
when its hope,
when its joy,
when its a story,

I cry my heart out, because my sensitivity reaches to a certain point where I feel like I burst. Where I start to really understand the few words posted on Givesmehope.com.

Yes, call me stupid, retarded, too sensitive, emotional, weird, I don't care.
I don't bottle up my feelings for others, and especially not for those who suffer.
And I believe sacrifice is required, but to a certain level, one cannot take the pain.
Sometimes it may feel like your the only one hurt, but if you slowly look up and see clearer, the other person needs more help than you do.

This is the kind of feeling I get from reading givesmehope stories, they lift my spirit higher, my tears stream down my face, my heart literally aches, yet I keep reading. Just to feel, someone else' pain and empathise.

#3. indivdual's painful tears

Because you wouldn't understand how it feels to cry about something so abstract. A concept you can't grasp, the notion of tearing and shattering.

It hurt you know?
Alot.

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Daniel, when you didn't hang up or say bye, until I asked 'i thought you were sleeping' and responded with 'but you're all like.. sad or something' gave me hope. Because sometimes, the inexplainable becomes something only you can understand, even though its vague. Right now, its different.

I hate to say it but I told you so. Oh, and congratulations. Love you.