Knowing you L, you must be sitting in front of your computer after a long day's work and listening to an Anson Seabra song or Harlem River by Kevin Morby. So, how are you L? Knowing you L, you'll probably look down and smile shyly which others would see as sweet. But nobody really catches the quick second before you force a smile that you were actually hiding the tear that was about to fall had you not bowed your head. Of course, you will say "I'm okay." and shift the conversation and ask how others are doing just to get the attention away from you. Of course L. Of course. You packaged yourself very well over the years L. Like a fortress. The one who takes care of things and others. The go-to girl, the reliable one, the one people run to for practical advice. The strong one, the one who just works and works and works. Yet no one knows L, that you go home empty. Tears that you disallow to fall just welling inside your eyes. You put your bags down and greet