I’m not allowed to kiss you. See, I think about kissing you so often that it’s become one of those rules I have set for myself, like not wearing heels after three glasses of dark red wine. I think about kissing you when the sun is just setting over the mountains and I…
I have realized that a good cry when appropriate, is what helps me to rationalize, think in other’s perspectives, and become more accepting, understanding, and even a little more positive. It’s like my mind becomes less cluttered after I release some tears.
I’ll ask for advice and listen, but it won’t be until after I cry, when I’ll go to myself and say “what he/she said makes sense.”
And now that I have cried, I can say that I’ve made myself sound really pathetic. But that’s okay because what I say doesn’t matter, it’s what I do that matters and I will make the right decision and do what’s best for me.