I felt the cold water drip down my face. I couldn't tell if it was the rain or my tears. Part of me wanted to convince myself that I wasn't even crying.
But I was.
I was crying. And I had been crying for what felt like months.
I remember making a promise to myself that I would never cry over another guy again. Unless they were worth it. Worth the tears and worth the heartbreak. Worth the sleepless nights and dryness of your throat from gasping for air.
But it comes to a point when you think to yourself; is anyone really ever gonna be worth that pain? And no matter how much I wanted to convince myself that nobody ever would be, he was.
He was so fucking worth it.
