Tonight I feel as though I have more tears than words. Still, I am compelled to write. Your eyes which once watched me full of wonder, awe and love now look on with judgment, disdain. I can't pretend it doesn't hurt, and I can't magically become someone else who might be more palatable. And still my love for you only grows (even though at times my tolerance may shrink). As it grows, my heart breaks a little. More. It breaks a little more.
Yup. Definitely more tears than words.
I surrender to them.