The Crying

Everything makes me cry. People don't force God's plan...on cue...tears form in my eye. I see cupcakes...we had cupcakes. I reread the email over and over again...I cry. I start to beat myself up, I cry. I cry at work, home, in front of strangers. I can't take this...I'm not a crier. I think about moving into the friendship stage, I cry. I see kids and think about the kids we could have...I cry. I see happy couples...I cry. I look at pictures of Max and I...I cry. I read the emails when things were magical...I cry. Why can't we be like jane and dick? boy meets girl. girl likes boy. they get married.