just the way you are

It’ll be nice to look back on this moment and know that it is over, that this culmination of emotion moved me toward and forward and I am going to be stronger for it and because of it. Right now, it was enough to stand up and leave the bridge. I found myself in tears,…

Tears.

It’s 1:57 a.m.
I just finished reading Nicholas and Micah Sparks’ book, “Three Weeks With My Brother.”
I cried.
I didn’t intend to stay up this late reading and it’s been awhile since I have. It was worth it.
For whatever reason, I used to pride myself in the fact that I didn’t cry reading books or watching movies. A proud entertainment stoic, I’d frequently tell to others this in response to their sharing about shedding of tears.
I did cry though, don’t get me wrong. I am a very emotional person. I just usually didn’t cry during books or movies.