memories

Do you remember that day at *&%$#@?
Of course I do how can I forget. That was the first time I had cried to you, like a child.
While I wept like a baby, your embrace comforted me; I could cry harder knowing you will hold me as long as it took to make me stop. I knew on that day you cared about my tears too. While all along I was scared to cry to you, to wail to you, to be a child in front of you. You made me feel like I was better than that, like I shouldn’t be weak and shouldn’t shed one tear. But, that day was different. You made me so comfortable in your embrace that I craved for it ever since. And I did that again, on the day we spent the night together before you left town. I did, I was brave enough to let those tears fall. You have instilled that fear in me, of not ever crying to you. I can’t do it. But there are moments when you let me, and I love those moments when you do. The way you look at me, stroking my back, my hair, holding me and hoping I would stop crying. I will never forget that day, all those days when you knew I was upset, with that comforting look in your eyes, with that smile on your face almost telling me that it will be okay. Everything will be okay.

Its different now isn’t it…all different…

-26th December 2008