crying is an ugly business

red face and tear stains

wet eyelashes and puffy cheeks

especially when you're sobbing

letting go of everything 

you've held onto

for years.

"Changbin? Where are you right now?"

but when you walk through the door

the tears are gone

the eyelashes are dry

a different world

when you're around

I don't have to let go

because you're here

to catch me if I fall

to support me if I can't walk

to wipe my tears if I cry.

"Meet me at the park in ten minutes? Please?"

I don't have to let go

because in this place

you tell me

"it's okay to fight for who you are."

"it's okay to put yourself first."

"it's okay to not know you,

or your dream yet."

I don't cry alone in this world

because you hold my hand.

Feet tapping, hands shaking. Heart racing, eyes searching for the person I call home.

catching me when I fall

supporting me when I can't walk

wiping my tears when I cry

whispering,

"we'll never walk alone,

I feel your warmth when we're hand in hand."

"Hey, you're-" 

"I'm wearing short sleeves."

"Are you okay with that? Do you need me to do anything?"

"Just be with me, if that's okay."

"Always."

crying is an ugly business

but when you walk through the door

it becomes another struggle

you make me proud of.