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The one where she cries

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Found myself crying over a burger this week.

Sarah bought me a burger and, yes, I found myself crying.

It's true.

But if Sarah were to buy me a burger next week, I can promise you- it would not make me cry.

Sarah buying a burger was an incredibly nice gesture. And I needed a nice gesture.

I've noticed, most often, if I find myself crying-it's not over one particular event. It's because MANY things have happened, I've been holding it together, trying to be strong, and then there's just ONE. MORE. THING. that happens sending you over the ledge. It's not even necessarily that the last thing was the worst- or the hardest. It was just 'the straw that broke the camel's back.'

So. Guys. If a girl is crying and you ask her what's wrong, most often- it won't be a simple answer. The story could start off with "3 weeks ago, when this happened...."

Or it could be "last month, then last week, and then yesterday." It's most likely a series of things. And bottom line- she's tired of being strong. She's tired of holding it in. She just needs to be allowed the opportunity to be a girl and CRY.

So, guys. Dudes. Men. If you find yourself in a situation in which a girl is crying over a burger, you can simply hug her, tell her that she is strong, and that she is brave. And tell her that she doesn't have to be strong all the time.

Cause life is hard.




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