Why Do We Cry Novels & Stories

naguguluhan niyang tanong. Ngumiti ako sa kaniya at marahang hinaplos ang pisngi niyang may mga natuyong luha. “Why?” I asked. “It’s because the people who only deserves your tears are the people who truly cares for you, are the people who truly loves you, are the people who cries with you in times of grief and sorrow, are the people who rejoices with you in times of happiness. And please don’t shed so much tears for the people who doesn’t deserve you. Ayos lang kung umiyak ka sa ngayon pero huwag mo namang lubos-lubusin.”

Mapungay ito. Napaigtad ako nang siya ang nagpalis sa natirang luha na tumulo sa aking mata. "I don't know why you are crying," panimula niya. "The Amore that I don't cry..." Patay... "Pero siguro nahuli lang kita. I don't know that my wife is capable of crying..." aniya at nang matapos niyang palisin ang mga luha ko ay tiningnan niya ako. "I almost forgot that you're a human too. May feelings..."

hinaplos niya ang buhok ko at ramdam ko ang pagtulo ng luha sa braso ko. Napatingala ako sa kanya at nanlaki ang mata ko dahil sa nakikita kong luhang tumutulo sa mukha niya. Ngunit may isang malungkot na ngiti ang sumilay sa kanyang labi. “W-why Lace? Why are you crying?” mahinang tanong ko. Hindi ko maintindihan kung para saan ang luha niya. “Can’t you feel it?” umiling ako.

"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.

"Why the hell are crying?" "I'm sorry..." Hinawakan ni Alec ang kamay ni Ahleya na may panyo."A-All right... just stop. It's because you are pregnant so you can't help being emotional and puking… I can go to the bathroom and fix this myself. Calm down, Ahleya. People are staring at us because pf you."

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

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.

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.