There was something different about seeing him cry. She had always seen him as the strong one. The one with all the jokes, laughter, and smiles for everyone. Seeing him break down, and feeling him shake in her arms broke her heart, deeper than ever before. She carried the memory deep inside her for the rest of her life, and saw him in a different light. Somehow, stronger.
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
PoetryThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.
