It's very true, but ever since I was young I was always told by a family member never to cry, and if I did I would become weak. Anytime I got hurt, since I was little and dumb, I tried not to cry cause I didn't want to disappoint her. And now, years and years later, I find it very hard to cry. Nearly impossible, but it takes a lot. Yeah, sometimes tears leak out, maybe five, but not heavy crying like one would expect.
I lay awake and wondered if he was happy. I thought he must be bursting with it, or maybe he was just like me. Maybe he was trying to fill the space with girls who always left him emptier than before. Maybe he would remember me and regret the way we ended. Or maybe he was in love and I was the only one who couldn't move on. Maybe I was just projecting my own feelings onto him.