Broken Tears

There he was, high up on that stage. The stage he talked about so much. Soaking in the energy of the crowd, probably forgetting everything that happened four years ago. Breaking the stage together. Concert after concert. Hotel after hotel. But there was one thing we couldn't prevent and yet there I was, in the pit, close to the stage at his third world tour. I was finally able to come up with the courage to show up. My heart was caught in my chest from the moment I bought those tickets. I couldn't wait to see him again. To see him in his element. That's what I loved. His passion for life. His passion to see hope and a future.