Here’s what I hope.
I hope that these intense swells of emotion; these outbursts are the opposite of what they seem.
I hope that instead of the weight of all of the “bad”, it is instead the overwhelming barging in of the good that is moving me to tears.
I want the storm of good that is coming to run me over so much that it’s flood cannot be held, and that the tears are merely evidences of how real it is.
Wouldn’t that be great?!