Why Do I Cry So Easily Novels & Stories

Bumuhos na ngayon ang luha. "Hindi. Ssh. Hindi ako mapapagod sayo." "Eh... Eh bakit ayaw mo akong pakainin?" When I cry it's never a trickle and it never starts in my eyes. It begins as a feeling in my chest and a sadness in my brain. The leaking water is only a blessed release, it's one way my body chooses to cope and I guess it's a way to communicate too, whether I want to or not. "Hindi na kita pipigilan kumain. Sige na. Kain ka lang. Basta pagkatapos, titry na natin yun ha?"

Nagbadyang tumulo ang mga luha ko, pero, pilit ko itong pinupuksa dahil ayoko kong makita nila akong mahina. Niyakap niya naman ako. “Alam ko ang nararamdaman mo. Ginagawa lamang natin ito para sa minamahal natin kaya ilabas mo lamang ito nang ilabas upang gumaan ang bigat na nararamdaman mo,” pagpapagaan niya nang loob ko. “Umiyak ka lang nang umiyak. Sometimes, crying serves as rainy clouds that tends to attack when they feel the weight because of the water who evaporated from the ground.”

Si Mom lang talaga ang masyadong madrama. Dahan-dahan akong tumayo at umikot sa aking mesa. Nilapitan ko siya. Ang tahimik masyado. Nagulat pa ako ng makita ko siyang kaagad na nagpunas ng mga mata. Is she cryin'? F*ck! Kaagad ko siyang niyakap ng mahigpit. It's my weakness. I don't want to see her or any woman crying. Parang pinipiga ang puso ko na iwan kapag nakakakita akong umiiyak lalo na't babae. Nasasaktan ako. I don't know when did it start. Basta nagising na lang ako isang araw ganito na ako.

I really do. I could feel the hard invisible lump on my throat that blocks my airways. I swallowed nervously. My hand that was caressing her cheeks, neck, forehead and hair is trembling a bit. My lips quivering as I stifled a sob and I could feel the warm wet tears damping my face. I sounded and looked so gay, I know but who the fucm cares? Real men cry for their woman, especially if they’re worth it. That’s one of the lesson, Karmine taught me.

I can see in her eyes that she is full of worries, fear and anger. "You know the pain that I've been through kapag si dad ang pinag-uusapan!" I suddenly remembered her every time she cries. She wiped her tears again. She could not stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. Even if I wanted to wipe her tears, I know I have no right because I am reasons why she is crying now.

to my weary eyes. "Why are you crying?" he asked, sounded more concern. Agad akong nabuhayan sa kaniyang tinuran. Mabilis akong ngumiti pero bakas pa rin ang butil ng luha sa gilid ng aking mga mata. "Crying isn't healthy to a married woman like you." his voice sounded very gentle and captivated, charming face was full of worries. I extended my fingers to wiped off the tears from the corner of my eyes and gasp heavily. "I'm okay. Napuwing lang ako kanina," I explained, and lower my head down. I secretly bite my lips to expel my tension.

I just cried the pain out while occasionally tightening my embrace to him. "There. Today, Cassidy Mendes cried because she's doing it for a friend. Not because she's weak," he said to my ears softly. Kinurot ko siya sa tagiliran na ikinatawa nito ng mahina. "Nakakainis ka!" "Just cry. Whatever your problem is, I knew crying will help."

And the next, I’m weeping like a child. My emotions were just really all over, so I ended up crying. It’s my hormones, and it’s really proving to be so hard to control.

"I'll never walk again until you come back to me I'm down on bended knee." tumayo ako mula sa kama at naglakad papunta sa lamesa dahil baka magising pa siya. Habang nakaupo ako ay nakatitig pa rin ako sakaniya habang patuloy na kumakanta at umiiyak, F-ck. I don't f-cking care if they call me gay or what because I'm always crying like a baby. When I cry it's never a trickle and it never starts in my eyes. It begins as a feeling in my chest and a sadness in my brain. The leaking water is only a blessed release, it's one way my body chooses to cope and I guess it's a way to communicate too, whether I want to or not.

Nagkunwari siyang pupunta sa kabilang banda para itago ang emosyong nararamdaman niya. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit napaka-emosyonal niyang tao. Nakakainis din kasi maging soft-hearted. Nakakapagod at nakakasakal. Gusto niyang maging malakas, maging independent sa nararamdaman niya. Pero hindi niya magawang iwaksi na lamang ng ganoon ang tunay na siya. Sabi nga nila, crying is the best comfort you'll ever feel.