I can't figure something out. I cry.
I want something so badly it hurts. I cry.
I worry until the worst things are happening in my mind to the ones I love. I cry.
I get in trouble and can't do anything right. I cry.
Someone else is in pain, or someone else is so very happy. I cry.
I watch a movie with a beautiful story. I cry.
I hear a song that hits just the right spot. I cry.
Someone says something unexpectedly lovely, or cruel. I cry.
I have cried because of each and every one of these reasons some time in the last forty eight hours, but there is one more reason that I did not mention.
I figure out that love is all around me.
I cry.
I know that love will hurt me, leave me, take me for granted, and punish me. But, I know that it will always be there in some way, from someone. It will hold me, guide me, please me, and fill me up.
Tears aren't always bad. I know to never try to hold them back now, they're as much a part of my personality as my blatant sarcasm and terrible jokes.
I love my tears, just as much as I love the people who ask me if I need a shoulder to cry on.
When I don't know what to do anymore. When I can't make things make sense...
I cry.
Then, I fight.
Like a girl.
I fight with strength, logic, beauty, and passion.
Just like a girl should.
