Raindrops sliding down the leaves on a cold autumn evening as the sun weakly peeks through clouds of gray, to show that good times were still coming.
Stay strong.
Stay warm.
I've never seen you cry, but if it were to be the case, this is what I assume it to be.
I never wish to see you cry, though. Sadness in your eyes aren't a match I wish to see.
I wish to see happy tears snake its way down from your cocoa cream eyes across your blush colored cheeks.
I wish to see happy tears as you and I get married, as we welcome our children into this world and as we sit together, growing old, yet happy with our lives together.
If god wills it, that's what I wish for.
My love,
