Tears

I never used to like to cry in front of people. Then, I lost John and the tears flowed whether I wanted them to or not.
And I no longer cared that people saw me cry.
Now, I am not ashamed of my tears. They come when they want to, when they need to. And if someone sees me cry, please don't feel you have to make it better, or that I am in need of "moving on", or that I need to get better. Please. You never "get over" losing the love of your life. You move forward and you go on, but you don't get over. And that's okay. It's not a failing.
It's life.
It's Love.