Why Do We Cry Novels & Stories

"Kung gano'n ano 'yang nasa pisngi mo? Laway na galing sa mata?" Hindi ako nakasagot. "I had a feeling it was all about love. Right?" He paused and nodded, as if my silence had foreshadowed his own question. "Don't cry for someone who isn't deserving of your tears, Ms. Just some wise words." "I despise seeing women cry, particularly for the same reason. Men. Nothing will change if you cry your heart out right now. That person, who is the source of your tears, will never understand your pain unless they have experienced what you are experiencing right now."

Kahit na nasasaktan siya. Maya-maya ay naramdaman niyang nag-iinit ang mga mata niya hanggang sa naramadaman na niya ang masaganang luha sa pisngi niya. "God, why are you crying?" Sa sinabi nito ay bigla niya itong niyakap at sinubsob niya ang mukha sa balikat nito habang umiiyak ng malakas. Na parang ayaw na yatang tumigil ang pag-agos ng masaganang luha sa mga mata niya.

Hoping that I would say yes, but instead of answering him, I cried. I cry because of frustration. I cry because I was hurt, I'm in pain. I cry because of my son lying inside that fucking ICU room, and I don't know how to help him. I want to ask him if I am not good enough that's why he needs someone else just to pleasure him?! That I didn't pleased him in any way? Am I lacking? What's wrong with me? But all of those questions just hang in there, especially when I saw him crying like me... Like he was in pain too.

"I don't wanna see you cry, Lawliet. Stop it, you're making me feel bad, I made my wife c–" "Rio! Can you please mind yourself first? Hindi ako ang namatayan! I'm crying because I can see that you're pretending to be okay, I am here, you can lean to me, Rio. I'm not making you feel bad, you're the one who's doing it to me. I feel so useless!" Mas bumuhos lang ang luha ko dahil sa inis sakanya, tears flowing down on his cheeks while he's still wiping mine. "Hush now, baby."

Hindi ko sya hinarap dahil hindi ko kakayaning makita sya, mas lalo ko lang sisisihin ang sarili ko. "Fuck, why are you crying?!"

Napatingin naman sa kaniya si Lacy at napataas ang kilay. "Why do you say so?" tanong ng dalaga. "Well, someone told me that crying really helps you to lessen the weight inside your heart. But also, it's too toxic if you are pretending okay in front of others and then cry secretly after." His words of wisdom. "Opening up to someone really helps and crying really helps, seek help if you need. But never pretend that you are okay in front of others, especially if your eyes are telling the opposite," saad nito habang nakatingin sa mga mata ni Lacy.

Is she a mind-reader or something? She looked in front and said, "It's fine. You can't stop what you are feeling inside, so it's fine to take it all out. If you are thinking that a man shouldn't be crying, stop thinking about it now. Sure, men are known as tougher than girls, but men also have hearts. You're not as hard as a rock. Crying is a natural human emotion and a physiological response to strong feelings of sadness, pain, or joy. There is no gender-based difference in the ability to cry. Everyone, regardless of their gender, can express their emotions through crying. It is a healthy way to release emotions and can provide a sense of relief and comfort. Crying is also a normal and acce

But here I am defying my own rules. "Just be yourself. Cry until you cannot shed any single tear anymore." "B-but crying is a form of weakness, Ganther..." His voice cracked while saying that. "You were wrong, Oynx. Crying isn't a weakness. Crying is another form of rest. We shed tears because we can't handle our emotions anymore. And letting yourself cry is a process of letting what in your chest go." Hindi s'ya sumagot. Tumingala ako sa langit.

Sugat na hindi pansin at dama ng iba. "I don't have the right to cry! I shouldn't show them that I'm hurting! I should have no emotions at all because my feelings weren't valid!" Fuck! I want to ask why? I wanted to cry and shout because of the pain that I'm feeling right now. Paano ko nga ba kinakaya ang ganitong sitwasyon? Bakit ba ako nasadlak sa ganitong klase ng buhay? Buhay nga bang matatawag ang kung ano mang mayroon ako ngayon?

Kung may mga bagay man sa buhay ko na nais kung makalimutan yon ay ang mga agam-agam sa puso ko na matagal ko nang dala-dala. Dahil ganun lang kabilis lumipas ang labing limang taon subalit ang lamat nito ay ang araw-araw na pumapatay sa akin. Minsan naisip kong para akong isang basag-basag na baso na pilit na pinag tatagpi-tagpi ang sarili para lang mabuong muli. Gayunpaman, ang malagyan ulit ng tubig ay isang dahilan para muli akong mabasag tulad ng kung paanong araw-araw kung pilit na binubuo ang aking sarili ay pilit din akong winawasak ng masasakit na alaala.