Read what my tears have to say, if asked collectively:
the week is not over yet.
oh, we heard it before.
that’s the key, probably, hearing something, anything. we promised days ago that we will not gush uncontrollably, if ever. however, when summoned, we definitely will. we’re pretty much designed to fall anyway. as much as we wish to flow because of joyful glee, our purpose has been to release some form of disappointment or sadness. we are always ready to go out those ducts but we would prefer staying put for a very long time. we do not like being wasted on undeserving people or circumstances. then again, we are categorically owned by her heart (though most times we wish to be under her brain, for a change) so we will have no choice but to come rushing if something hurts her again.
so for now, we wish that everything works out for the best. not necessarily that she gets whatever’s (not) for her, but we wish something happens that would not make her feel bad again. because that’s basically where our hard work starts; we never run out of supply but, frankly, we would like to give her a break, in any little way apart from us falling because that’s something we cannot do anything about.