To the Crying Girl at the Crosswalk,
I’m sorry your day hasn’t gone the way you intended.
I don’t know you, but we shared a moment. You may not realize it, or even care for that matter, but your sadness affected me. Seeing your tears struck something deep inside — human natures that have been hidden in me for quite some time: compassion and empathy.
It breaks my heart to see you sad. No one should have to walk the streets alone, crying. I’ve been there, and it sucks. Lucky for me I wasn’t in a crowded area, and I had sunglasses on, so if anyone did walk by, at least I could hide the fact I had these embarrassing tears sitting at the top of my cheeks, just waiting to take a tumble down past my chin and fall to the sidewalk below.
Your sadness hurts me in a way that I can’t quite explain. I’m riddled with a sunken feeling in my stomach. Yet, while I can relate to your act of crying, I have no idea why. And that hurts just as much — I want to know what I can do to make you feel better. Such a beautiful spirit should never be that upset.
I hope it is something that you can get over quickly. And I definitely hope it isn’t over some guy. Trust me, as one of them I know we are stupid fucking creatures that don’t deserve your time of day — let alone the state of your well being,
The fleeting moment we shared gave me a profound feeling you are a strong individual. One meant for something much more than crying on a lonely Saturday night — that is meant for the likes of me and the rest of the scoundrel in the city. Loud crashes of emotions sometimes flood over common sense, and one just can’t help but form a tidal wave of tears.
Even though it may not feel like it at the moment, the emotional punishment flowing over you isn’t real. Your mind warps and traps you into feeling at your lowest low. But please know this: you will never be at your lowest low. Something links us together, and because of that, I will never let you reach the rocky bottom. I’ll always be there underneath, catching you, making sure that never happens. You are loved, and you’ll never be alone.
The beats of our hearts are in unison — that’s how I know we are connected. The powers that be have made us share this connection — this moment. I want you to know that there is always something to look forward too. Hope is the only reason many of us can get through the day.
I hope for the day you are no longer saddened by this trivial grief. Hope for a time when you can look back and laugh at the situation. Hope for a time that you and I may actually meet and expand on our deep-rooted connection. Hope that one day you will be forever happy, for that day is just around the corner.
But until that day comes, please know this:
When you’re happy, I’ll be happy. When you’re excited, I’m excited. When you’re nervous, I’ll be shaking in my boots and vomiting on your behalf. And when you cry, I’ll be right there with you.
That’s what I’d like to say to you, Crying Girl at the Crosswalk, so that you’d never be sad again. I hope you know you only deserve happiness.
I send my empathy and joy to you.
The Guy at the Corner of the Crosswalk