tea, snow and tears

i thought i was way past the crying stage already. but i was wrong.

as i wrapped my fingers around the warm cup of tea, i sat by my glass door and gazed at the falling snow. it was marvelous! i enjoy moments when i practice the art of doing nothing. i felt at peace by just looking at the snow-covered ground and trees.

then i felt a stab in my chest. i suddenly missed Andrè. i miss him a lot. but it's all that i can do now. i'll just miss him. because i can't do anything about it.

my tears fell on my cheeks as silently as the snowflakes fell on the ground.