The title of this post was taken from the song Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men.
There are moments when I can feel the flood of emotions coming. I try hard to squash it all and simply soldier on, but eventually it all catches up to me and I can't hold it in any longer. A tear or two escape as I find a quiet place to hide. This is my pain, my hurt, and my battle. I don't care to share it. I don't want anyone else to see. These are my private moments. I know I shouldn't allow myself to dwell. I have reasons to be happy and for the most part I am, but I will always have moments that I just can't run from.
I found a blog post written by a widower and thought I would share his words. You can find the original post here.