I’m tired of crying. I’ve been crying for I don’t know how many weekends, now. Please, give us a break. Last weekend, I was left with a hole in my heart. But that doesn’t match the size of the crater that’s now formed. I really want to crawl into bed and hide for a bit. That won’t help me move on, though. So I’m getting up, smiling and going to continue living. Because that’s the best thing you can choose to do, every morning - to live.