We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

According to Him

According to Him

"Stop it," he said as I tried to blink the sadness away.

"I'm trying," I blubbered out, trying to hide my face and my emotions. I hated feeling like this. So fragile and delicate. Being strong was all I knew. It was all I was good for. I wasn't allowed to cave and let my walls crumble. And I wasn't about to start now.

"No." He turned to me waiting until I finally gave him my attention. "Stop trying to hold it in."

"What...," I breathed.

A tear slipped through the shattered wall I tried to maintain. And with the gentlest touch, he wiped it away from existence. That formation of my weakness gone as if it never was given life. It never hit me that tears were merely temporary care-givers. They dried after they touched a surface as to show no evidence of it ever being formed. It served it's purpose and said it's goodbye in a matter of 46 seconds.

The nerves on my cheek were happily at peace knowing his hands were still there. However, my mind couldn't comprehend what was just said to me. He gave me permission to cry. His words repeated again in my head. "Stop trying to hold it in." All the heavy breathing and sniffs were me trying to keep it together. But according to him, there was no need for that. My job, at this very moment, was to fall apart. And his job was to catch every single piece.