Your sadness makes other people uncomfortable, and so you learn to hide it. You learn to cope with humor and ***** and a busy sched.
Your body learns to smile even when you're crumbling down inside, to keep walking even when you wanna fall to the ground in the middle of the road.
You've conditioned yourself to do all this so well that even when the right people come around who are willing to take in all your losses and watch every single tear fall from your eyes, you don't.
You smile. You drink. You keep walking. But you can only do so for so long... how long