Sometimes, life feels like an emotional rollercoaster. You give your all to someone or something, only to find yourself standing still while they move on without a second glance. It’s painful, raw, and leaves you questioning every decision you’ve ever made. 💔

Tears are supposed to be a release, but sometimes they feel heavier than the burden itself. They blur your vision, making it hard to see clearly through the haze of regret and longing. What if those tears could come back? Could they bring closure? Could they teach you how to heal? 🌀

But here’s the thing: tears don’t define us—they shape us. Every drop carries a story, a lesson, or a memory worth holding onto. Maybe it’s not about getting them back, but learning to let go instead. To forgive—not just others, but yourself too. ✨

So here I stand, heart bruised yet hopeful, ready to dry my eyes and walk forward. After all, there’s beauty in rebuilding after loss. And who knows? The next chapter might just surprise you with its brightness. ☀️