The Bridge of Laughter and Tears

In the quiet hours of our shared existence, we dream of a bridge—a fragile span woven from laughter and tears. It is not a bridge of stone or steel, but of ephemeral moments that bind us.

One day, we will laugh until our bellies ache, our eyes crinkling at the corners. Our laughter will echo across the chasm, filling the void with joy. We’ll share secrets, silly jokes, and memories—the kind that linger like the scent of rain on warm earth.

And then, when the world turns somber, we’ll cry. Not the quiet tears of solitude, but the kind that erupt from the depths of our souls. We’ll hold each other, our vulnerability a testament to our strength. The bridge will tremble under the weight of our emotions, yet it will hold.

This bridge we build—its planks worn smooth by shared stories—will become our sanctuary. A home where neediness and selfishness dare not tread. Instead, it will be a space of soft emptiness, waiting to be filled with whispered hopes, unspoken fears, and the promise of tomorrow.

And as we traverse this bridge, hand in hand, we’ll discover that laughter and tears are not opposites. They are the twin pillars that uphold our connection. For in our vulnerability, we find strength, and in our shared moments, we find eternity.

So let us build this bridge, my friend. Let us laugh hysterically and cry uncontrollably, knowing that within its embrace, we are home—a place where possibilities bloom, and love knows no bounds.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer