She chuckled to herself and wiped her eyes with her crooked old finger. Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren’t tears. She wasn’t crying. They were just the memories leaking out.Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being
A girl and boy sitting next to each other on the metro. Girl starts crying, train stops and boy gets off. Girl continues crying. Looking so sad. Hand over her eyes so nobody sees the tears.
Why does it seem so beautiful to me? Maybe because it’s shows how vulnerable the human person is. That we are ruled by emotions even if we don’t want to admit it. It makes each one of us special and unique. Hope she finds peace and happiness after the sadness.