When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. That much was true. I looked up at the sky, and smiled. She was here. She would always be here.

Tears are the words the heart can't say and the bitterest tears are those of words left unsaid. Life is hard for all of us in some way. It's universal. Clouds will come and rain will pour. But can she find hope again? Can they be more than friends?