Big girls don't cry...

It's raining outside... The little girl can't see it, but she hears it. Each drop falls with impact on the roof, on the window... making her sad.

It's dark ando so cold... Not only outside, but in here, too. And worse... inside her. Within her heart, her flesh, her bones. She's turning herself into an ice cube.

Once a dreamer, a romantic soul. Happy little girl spinning among the flowers... Now a bitter heart, incapable of trusting. Where did you go, little girl? What happened to your joy?

But she doesn't know... One day - she recalls - she opened her eyes in the mornig, ready to face the sun, and realized that it looked less bright than usual. The sky was grey, and the flowers... well, they didn't look so pretty anymore...

Didn't ask why, didn´t care...

Maybe the world had always been like that, but she didn't look close enough to see it... And one day, the magic was gone.

Now, she sits on the floor, in the dark, close to the window, hearing the rain. Trying to remember those days, when things weren't so damn complicated. Sometimes she reaches for those memories and it feels good. Other times, it's just to hard not to burst into tears...

But then she remembers: big girls don't cry...