Emotional heatrache 💔

I cried me a river at two o’ clock yesterday after fate came a’ knocking on my door and took you away, up to yon heavens with those golden stairs where afterlife is eternal and there isn’t any cares..

Then when I thought I couldn’t cry anymore as my face was ashen and my eyes were sore, floods of tears fell like rain, and my tearstained hankerchief got soaked yet again..but grieving is good for us, this is what were meant to do..heartache is so emotional and a time when we are blue..Well today finally I am all wept out, my weeping has eased from my waterspout..and I will miss your company without a doubt, but I know that your presence will always be about...