Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

I haven't cried with someone yet. I always cry alone. There hasn't been one person who understood me in all my life (not even my past girfriends) that you're going to feel bursting out your tears when he/she's there. Not even many of my friends. Not even my grandma. Not even my mom. Not even any of the siblings.

I hope I'll get my first companion tears with my recent girlfriend in the the future.

Or maybe an offspring will bring me to tears in the future...but I haven't got one yet...

"Everything in this book may be wrong." Illusions: The Adventures of The Reluctant Messiah by Richard Bach