The Tears I Have Shown to No One

There have been times when I cried alone in my room at night.
I did so without making a sound, just quietly, so that no one would notice. Outside the window, the streetlights were faintly blurred, and even that light seemed to waver through my tears.

When I try to explain the reason, the words quickly become vague. It is not that anything particularly sad happened. It is just that the accumulated fatigue, the feelings I could not express, and a formless sense of loneliness spread through my chest and turned into tears, as if a dam had broken.

Even though I thought I wanted to hide my weak self, strangely, those tears supported me a little. Although no one else knew, I was the one who was accepting those emotions closer than anyone else. I realized that crying is by no means shameful; it was a small sign from my heart telling me, 'I cannot carry any more than this.'

If it weren't for the tears of that night, I don't think I would have noticed the light of the next morning. When I saw the pale morning sun shining through the gap in the curtains after crying, I felt as if a tiny bit of space had been created deep in my chest. That space became a quiet strength to take another step forward.

The tears I have shown to no one are like a secret, yet they are also proof that kept me alive. The tears of that night taught me emotions so small and yet so vast that they cannot be put into words.

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