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A story for D, because he asked.
Posted by Slowplum
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2/15/2003 12:52:00 PM
Once upon a time there was a girl who wasn't allowed to cry. So she made a deal with the sky. Every time she felt sad, the sky would cry for her. Big fat raindrops washed down her window. And somehow, she felt a little better, watching it.
But as she grew, all the tears the sky had were not enough. She felt a small ache that began to grow. It started in her throat and spread. Her eyes burned with need to cry. So one night, she locked herself up in her room, and she cried. And the wind howled outside to hear it.
And every day, she would cry when she was alone. And nobody knew about it. They thought she was happy. She was not. She was not.
The sun would kiss her on her shoulders. The wind would whisper into her hair. The air would listen. Everything would go still. She learned that not all tears were sad. She learned to be strong. She learned the secret of happiness from the birds. She filled the ache.
Now when she sees the sky it doesn't hurt so bad. She grew stronger. She learned love. She is ok.
She is more than ok.
But as she grew, all the tears the sky had were not enough. She felt a small ache that began to grow. It started in her throat and spread. Her eyes burned with need to cry. So one night, she locked herself up in her room, and she cried. And the wind howled outside to hear it.
And every day, she would cry when she was alone. And nobody knew about it. They thought she was happy. She was not. She was not.
The sun would kiss her on her shoulders. The wind would whisper into her hair. The air would listen. Everything would go still. She learned that not all tears were sad. She learned to be strong. She learned the secret of happiness from the birds. She filled the ache.
Now when she sees the sky it doesn't hurt so bad. She grew stronger. She learned love. She is ok.
She is more than ok.