Last night, I finally cried for the first time in 7 years.

I finally remember that gut wrench feeling and how your eyes have that slight burn.

I wasn't alone however.

I had 2 amazing friends by my side,
They were the first people who I ever told my horror scene of memories to.
I felt kinda bad because one of my friends cried with with me,
If there is a God, then bless her with everything good, she's such a sweet heart.
On one hand I like that she cries because it releases stress, but it pains me to know that she has stress in her heart.
I just hope she knows she can always talk to me and tell me everything no matter what day and hour.
Same goes for my other friend,
Most other males would have judged me, instead he handled it like a real man,
Understanding and acknowledgments of Loyalty.

I love both of those wonderful people to death,
And I will die before ever letting anything happen to them.