Quiet Tears: Written after a noisy and frustrating afternoon at the swimming pool (written on my phone: unedited)
Quiet tears as I’m sat alone half naked in a swimming pool changing room because being in that pool with all that noise was just too much today.
Quiet tears because I had to get out of the pool early, meaning Stephen had to as well.
Quiet tears because I’m having a bad day and can’t seem to shake my mood.
Quiet tears because I treat the one person I love most in the world like complete shit sometimes.
Quiet tears because he didn’t mind getting out early, he just wants me to be ok.
Quiet happy tears because despite how horrible I’ve been he still made me a cup of tea when we got home.
Quiet confusing, happy tears because this is his life now and he doesn’t mind.