I attended a friends wedding and the set-up seemed as if I were living in a fairy tale. The vows, the guests, the music, and the food were very thoughtful and engaging. The book could finally be put down with such a wonderful an ending. I even cried, when I normally don't cry at weddings.

My tears were full of happiness and to confirm that a fairy tale does not have to be expressed through a literary piece or through a performance, it can actually be a wedded couples experience.

I began to think that those tears are the only ones I wish existed.

We are left in a world that has kids being separated from their parents. Families escaping their home for safety. Along the way, there is the chance of separation as well, whether to do with a death occurs or physical distance. But with the physical one, you never know if you will see the other person again.

It is impossible to remain positive when the likelihood of the worst occurring is 10 times greater.

When you don't hear from someone for ten years you may assume the person is dead. Those tears sometimes may never end or we avoid them because they are so painful. The feeling when they leave your throat to where you can't breathe or talk. You lose all your energy and your hope.

We experience a dual state of crying. I find losing the ability to see or touch a physical body of another person is the most painful feeling. We live in fear of what could happen and when. Our world, our countries, the places we call home that we are so proud of do not prepare us or care for us.

Often times they push death closer.

They bring our tears closer.

They would rather see us cry in pain than over happiness.