Tears

Day 3 : Variation to practice English




To me, it is important to cry constantly, at least once a month. Don't ask me why. I think it has always been a part of me.

There was a time in which I cried all the time, every day, out of sadness. It was my attempt to empty myself from emptiness. I'm not empty anymore.
My tears have somehow grown old. They taste different. They've changed.

You never cry. Surprisingly, you've brought up a different type of tears from me. You, the dry-eyed angel, taught me to cry happiness. Tears of joy are sweet and soft and warm. I'll always thank you for it.

I know you wish you understood my constant need to unload my heart. I know you accept my habit even when it hurts.

Sometimes, I can't explain myself and at times you can't make sense of it. I think you never know what's coming. My explanations go from, "I'm crying because my heart is so full of love that it is pouring out" to "I just feel like crying myself to sleep."

Crying to me means metamorphosis. Lately, I've been changing a lot. And it happens rapidly. It feels like one day it suddenly hits me that I am a different version of myself. One day I wake up and realize I just don´t know what I am doing. Then I'm sitting in front of the screen, actually working and feeling proud of myself. And at some point I find myself craving for us to have a baby or a house or a trip to Europe or none of those. And these moments change who I am, and they take me by surprise. So I cry. I cry because with each tear I let go a part of me and I embrace my new self. I shed my skin, in a way.


I might always be this wet and salty creature. Or maybe tears will run out one day. But I don't regret it. Crying is a way of growing up, of becoming a better person and of letting me be me. Anyway, I'm glad I married you, my dry, loving, tender-hearted angel.