“Does it bother you that I cry?” She asked, still lost in her sobs
“yes and no,” he responded: he was smiling, but she did not see him,
“the yes is because I know suffering is the cause of your tears: the no is because I like to taste the saltiness of your tears: the yes, because I often know I am the cause of your suffering: the no because each time you cry you seek a closeness with me that is otherwise elusive: the no because if your tears are the cause of my actions, even thought I comfort you, your memories never let those moments go: the yes, because I accept the joy, which eventually comes from those pains: the yes because I accept this to be the humanity which gives us both strength and vulnerability and beauty and purpose and hope: and no, because each event kills part of your soul,” he wanted to say more, but did not have the courage to waste more time, instead, he reached out and took her into his embrace
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