“even if the sky was falling, you would still be smiling”, that was what he said to me…and maybe, just maybe he’s right. I’ve been called a lot of names overtime, some so funny yet strangely appropriate. I didn’t think much of it anyway, why, it was so fun smiling literally at everything…

Last night, I cried…I so pitifully cried, this time I couldn’t force a smile even though I so badly wanted to…I gazed longingly at the stars, watched them sparkle…the moon smiled at me but I didn’t smile back. No one knew about my tears, I didn’t want anyone to know I ever stopped smiling.

…something ‘crept’ behind my face, fought through my veil and went straight into my heart.

…You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle , are they not in Your book?…

If I cry, he’ll hear…

When I cry, he hears…

Behind those smiles, it’s not a sea of tears, it’s not a burden of wails, it’s a still small voice that calms the biggest storms and it’s a heart that would keep smiling even if the sky were falling…