I sat there crying in the dark with nothing but tears and the night sky. After a while, Alex found me.

“Hey it’s okay

“No it’s not.”

“Well maybe not perfect, but we can fix it.”

“No, I mean the fact that I’m am crying.”

He pulled me close and cuddled me, hugging me tight

“I haven’t cried since I was eight.”

“What?!”

“I figured it made me weak.”

“No, you don’t cry because you’re weak, you cry because you have been strong for too long.”