I have a weakness.
A weakness I deplore.
I cry too easily.
I am too sensitive.
I cannot argue the way I want to argue because...I cry too easily.
Words come out like messy sputtering puddles, sometimes barely decipherable.
I quiver. I shake. I become silent. I may hide in a corner.
Tears spill from my eyes down past the hills of my cheeks.
My face beomes beet-colored. Red. Splotchy-pink.
Eyes become smaller and crimson-hued from the tears.
I wish I were one of those pretty-faced criers.
Instead, I become a mess, emotionally and physically.
I cry over dumb things.
Silly things.
Insignificant things.
Things that are said as a joke.
Things that weren't meant to cause any harm.
I know this.
I really do.
I can't help it though.
I am too sensitive.
My feelings get bruised easily.
I try to hide my hurt.
It works for a while.
An hour at most.
Then he comes to me.
He asks me what is wrong.
I say nothing.
I say, "Nothing."
But he knows there is something.
And he coaxes it out of me.
And I cry.
And I tell him.
And he comforts me.
And he apologizes.
And he explains.
And he cuddles.
And he hugs.
And he kisses.
And it really IS over dumb, silly, insignificant things.
But again, I can't help it.
I am an easy crier.
I am a sensitive person.
I accept it.
He accepts it.
And I still love myself.
And he loves me.
I just wish I were one of those strong women who can speak her mind and argue and debate ferociously without getting overly-emotional to the point of tears and messiness.
Those tears are not necessary.
But my tear ducts have a mind of their own.
They want to cry.
So I cry.
And I feel better.
I was born sensitive.
Is this an inborn Scorpio trait?
I'd really like to know.
Smiles.