I wrote the second series of my book and called it A Crying Heart because of the deep pain that lies between our heart and minds. The drenched filled heart that beats like the rhythm of a clock that ticks minute by minute, second by second right on time. When it comes to the heart, timing is critical, without a strong heartbeat, blood can't get to where it needs to go, and a heartbeat needs to be steady in order to be strong. Reality is hard to face in our lives sometimes because we are weak. The tear that drops from our cheeks and ends up in our mouth from the crying out with so much force and being so uncontrollable that our lips shiver to the point of despair and uncontrolled by our own feelings that we end up having no feelings at all. Why do we look and search so hard and long for someone to love when all we have to do is look-up and speak to our Father. As a young child you hear and see love in the home or you do not. How much is real and how much are fake, a put on, and a pretend kind of love. A relationship: is it a friendship, or can we really be close to each other, or what is it to love? Does it start as a fairy-tale or just a dream that we want it to be? It seems in this time and day it's almost like underwear.......change one day to the next.......Why is this? Do we not have true love anymore? I remember when I was a little girl that I would dream of that beautiful white horse with the one who would pick me up and carry me away and love me and care for me not letting anyone hurt me again. Ever.......................... Some secrets we out run and some we run with..................................................