I can't cry. I won't allow it. Sure, I've got some reasons for it. For both the action and the mentality of not allowing it. But that's not important. Tonight, or rather this morning, the important thing is that sometimes we meet people who are cryable. A person who you would openly, freely and deeply cry to. Whether it be their hat, their glasses, the smell of their cardigan, or maybe just their goofy smile. Whatever it is, they have something that makes you deem them cryable. Sometimes I meet a boy who I just want to collapse into and cry on until I fall asleep. And then we can just sit there, with him holding me and me content and exhausted from finally having a boy to cry to. The kicker, and it really is a good one, I promise, is that these boys never know I have deemed them cryable. And I will never tell them. I just can't. So, those who I consider cryable, end up becoming another reason to shed a tear. Maybe that's the kicker...
I dunno
Either way, I'm getting kicked.
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