Then I met an angel, who showed me it was ok to cry. In the presence of my angel, I felt comforted like never before. This angel was a really special person. He understands me sometimes, better than I understand myself.

He showed me that it’s ok to cry. He comforted me with a consoling hug. His arm remained around my shoulders, in re assurance. He looked in my eyes and he was able to see all the years of hurt and torment I carried.

This angel had a way of comforting me, the way noobdy else could prior. It’s what makes him so special. He really stands out. His ability to comfort and to console. He puts his hand on my back and he whispers words of consolement and encouragment. He didn’t want me to hold it in anymore. He knew that I should cry. His gentle reminder showed me, that it wasn’t weakness. He believed I was still strong, even if I did cry. Crying doesn’t mar my dignity.

My angel sat with me, until the tears came. As I started to sob, he offered his shoulder. He pulled me to him in a warm hug.