No tear, is a wasted tear, if it spills out for love, whether in good times or bad.

If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heavens rain.

If somebody hurts you, it's okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

Love makes everything possible.

If tears were painful, no one would cry.

You're letting me go?"
He curled his upper lip, his expression painfully bitter as he took a step back from me.
"Apparently... I never had a hold of you." He turned sharply, and without another word striding down the street into the dark.
Braden never once looked back and that was a good thing.
If he had, he'd have seen Jocelyn Butler crying real tears for the first time in a long time, and he would have known that I'd lied. And lied big. For anyone who saw me, knew they were watching a heart in the process of it breaking.