The Silent Tears of a Clown (The Hidden Heart)
Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is take a chance on your feelings. You never know what might happen unless you take that first step. Be honest with yourself and with him. Even if it’s scary, telling him how you feel could be the start of something wonderful. You deserve to be happy, and he deserves to know the real you. Go for it!
In the bustling corner of a crowded street, a clown handed out balloons to children. Her exaggerated makeup was designed to evoke laughter, yet it was the truest expression of her inner self. Amidst the chaos of the world, perhaps everyone has a moment when they become a clown.
She didn't need to force a smile; her face already bore a permanent, cheerful expression that no one could miss. She stood there, mechanically distributing balloons, while harboring a secret fear that one might suddenly burst. As she posed for photos with passing strangers, nobody noticed how awkward and uncomfortable she felt.
She kept smiling, trying to make her painted grin appear genuine, even as her deepest sorrows gnawed at her spirit.
The previous night had been particularly hard. The person she cherished most had sent her a message: "This is my girlfriend. Isn't she beautiful?"
Reading those words, she felt her heart shatter.
Then she had buried herself in her bed and cried, her sobs muffled by her pillow. No one knew the depth of her pain, least of all him. Many people love in silence, under the guise of friendship, fearing that honesty might destroy even that fragile connection. Loving someone means being willing to sacrifice your own happiness to stay close to them, even if it means hiding your true feelings.
The sound of heartbreak was unmistakable, the pain so intense it left her breathless. Love is reckless, but true love is restrained, never crossing the boundaries that might destroy it. Despite knowing that one day he would hold another girl in his arms, she couldn’t help but stay close, a moth drawn to the flame, imprisoning herself in a cage of her own making.
Finally, she had replied to his message: "Well done, I'm happy for you."
A passing child pointed at her and asked his mother, "Mommy, is the clown crying?"
"Clowns don't cry, sweetie," the mother replied. "Look at that big smile."
Indeed, clowns are always supposed to smile, just like her—the clown who once loved silently, never shedding a tear.