To Cry.

This is something that's been on my mind a lot.

Instead of chopping it up the body's response to extreme happiness or sadness.

What's on the inside that triggers you to cry?

Ask yourself this.

Don't stop at the surface reasons:

A divorce, the death of a loved one, extreme happiness..

Remember, it's not bad to cry.

That Crying isn't about this person.

It's about facing your pain.

Embracing it, accepting it,

Then letting go..

So.

As you cry, ask yourself why.

Why can't you stop?

Why have you physically lost it? 

What is the pain associated with these tears?

Or on the flip side,

Why aren't you crying?

Where and why do you have a lack of attachment there?

Get to the root of it.

If you do this,

If you try this exercise, 

Most likely it's not going to be what you first think about.

So let's just say:

You miss your spouse, 

Him/her not being in your life,

Is harder than you could ever have imagined...

It's not fair,

It's not right.

You realize that though you ended on your terms,

You could have done better,

Been better,

And thus the tears flow.

Now pause.

What about those tears triggered it?

Was it really your ex?

What are you missing exactly?

Companionship?

Intimacy?

That commonality of being together for so long?

Now dig even deeper,

What specific word, what emotion are you still attached to?

Address it,

Answer it.

The feelings, your feelings,

Can be addressed,

Can be isolated to a point where it wont hurt so much.

It will let you, let go.

For those others, or the same..

It's the intimacy.

The feeling of oneness,

The memories of those overcast days,

Cooped up together,

Day's that should have been depressing,

Were some of the best memories to date.

The feeling of upmost connectiveness,

Soul, body and mind. 

The feeling of complete vulnerability,

yet completely reciprocated. 

There wasn't anything that could get passed y'all.

Rather laying lazily watching your show,

Listening to your favorite music,

Eating your favorite foods,

Being one,

Being together,

Made it all the best.

The feeling of having it all with someone,

Then it suddenly evaporating into what seems to be minutes,

Wrapped into days.

Seeing that person with someone else,

Though the reasons add up,

Rationally you know what to do,

Those moments are hard to let go,

Especially without any valid reasons.

You have to let go right?

But just those memories,

The touch of the skin,

The feel of the back,

The warmth of the lips..

Looking into those eyes,

Seeing the smile,

That smile.

How striking it is,

How striking you are.

The familiarity you see in it,

The heat of desire,

The knowledge of how incredible it is.

Knowing it's still there,

regardless of what is said...

The tears,

They fall...

Is this it?

The memories,

The indicators still present,

You don't want to let go,

But reality?

Who's reality?

It's dissipating now,

When one person wont anymore,

When that transition ignites,

and you become so much less to them,

It has to fade now,

No, it's not fair.

But it's not up to you.

It takes two to cry,

Rather it's only one of the pair.

Addressing the sense of loss,

The reality that this connection you've loved so passionately,

The reality presented, dictates it has to end now..

At least for now, maybe forever...

Then,

Imagining someone else getting a taste of it,

And knowing that "someone else" you guarantee,

Doesn't appreciate it like you do/ did,

They can't even scratch the surface...

So as another one of those memories surfaces,

Cry..

For you Loved.

Even if its over now.

These things.

they linger,

They haunt..

But Somehow,

Someway,

You'll figure out the source of it all.

To Cry,

The same as To Love.

Symmetrically cut from the same cloth.

It takes two to cry,

Rather it's only one of the pair.

So cry the tears,

Cry till they mend themselves.

Cry till the cloth dry's up.

Cry till you've felt all there was to feel.

Let the memories bring a smile.

Eventually they will point to a place where it wont hurt the same.

The crying will turn into an accepted love.

The Love will stay as a sweet spot,

The What, we remember. 

So to this end we desire.

For the pain is almost too much to bear.

So let's embrace the happy transitions on the way.