Their tears were their love poem Christopher Poindexter: "I'll throw my voice into the stars and maybe the echo of my words will be written in the clouds for you by sunrise. What I'm trying to say is: I'll love you through the darkness.
No one can tell you what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't.