A Good Cry

Last night I had good, long cry. It was something I had been holding in for awhile now, at least a month, probably longer. I was trying to go to sleep, holding a bean-bag pillow that used to belong to my boyfriend. He let me have it when he left, and I've slept with it for the past two nights. As I was holding the pillow in my arms, I started to feel the tears come. I was going to squelch them as I have been doing for the past two months, but decided that I should let them flow. He is gone; he left, and I was finally free to cry. So I did. I just let it all out. All the tears and emotions that I had been feeling and squelching, were finally allowed to flow freely, and it felt good.