I have been stupid. Stupid since I’ve known myself. I keep thinking such idiotic things, which shouldn’t matter to me at all. Thinking about random people. Random stuff. I hate myself for this.
But that night, my stupidity crossed all limits. I cried. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe that I’m crying.
And why did I cry? I’m really ashamed of myself, but I need to say that harsh truth to myself. I cried. For a guy. Wasted my precious tears. For a guy. I actually slapped myself the next morning. Don’t I have anything left in me? I questioned myself, “How could I’ve done that? ”
But slowly, I realized. My tears were real. They were pure. Tears help us to clean our eyes. And yes. That night, those tears cleaned my eyes, mind and soul. I could figure out the reality. I could come out of my nightmares.
Sometimes, all we need is some drops of tears……