I fight like a girl.

So many different things make me cry.

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.