Tear production acts as a protective layer
over your eyes. Normally, when there isn’t an overload of tears, the tears run
down your lacrimal drainage system and they pass out your nose as mucus, but
when there is an overload of tears they start to fall out of your eyelids and
run down your cheeks.
Last week I tuned into the BBC and read an
article entitled ‘My grandfather’s true love’. It was a tearjerker; a short
article revealing how a grand daughter found that her grandfather was madly in
love with a woman in Europe, before fleeing to America to start a new life
after the war.
It reminded me of you. I think about you
years on. It isn’t the sort of selfish love you read about, but it is an
unrequited love. Each morning I wake myself up, and have to tell myself that I
hate you. I don’t, but perhaps one day I will. At least that way, I will be
able to move on properly, and not go about ruining other people’s lives because
of my selfishness. Perhaps I will finally be able to sit comfortably with
someone new, without thinking about what was.
Perhaps I have begun to relish heartbreak.
Each time, it is like a natural disaster within my body, and battling on and
prevailing in times of heartache perhaps makes me feel like my very own
heroine. The longer the heartbreak drains on, the bigger the hero I put myself
out to be. However enough is enough, and I am finally putting you out to die… I
mean dry.
No more snot will be wasted thinking of
you, and you will never get the place of my true love. Perhaps I loved you
long, and deeply, but you were, and never will be my lover.
Libellés : Ireland, love, snot, tear