I did not cry. Though my tears were welling on my eyes... Guess I’m more firm now. When I say… “Dess… don’t cry! Don’t you dare cry!” and so my tears back off… it froze before it could spill out of my eyes.
I would have cried out loud if I were at home… but I chose to spend my whole afternoon at Mc Donald’s just to read the book I’ve been wanting to read months ago. I wanted to cry but maybe I am really more firm now… or maybe because I wanted to somehow mimic Chick Bennetto who never dared to cry when the most tempting time to cry came to him.
Crying must have been for the weak… but who are the strong people anyway???
One more day… will it ever come to me?
Should I have to wait for it?
Why do we hurt those people we love the way we are hurt?
What satisfaction do we get from hurting them?