I try to swallow back the tears that crawl up from beneath, because I feel that tears are representations of weakness. And being a weak person is the last thing that I want to be in front of you. However, you just pass me by so casually, so nonchalantly. It is as if I did not exist at all. Suddenly, I am overcome with grief and I feel as though I am too heavy to support myself. As I watch the back of your head, I know I have crossed a river that I can never return. I admonish myself for all the stupid things that I have done and wish to undo. My words are stuck beneath the lump of my throat. When I finally muster up the courage to confess, my words are lost amid the wind, and once again left unheard.