I hate seeing her cry. I used to be the reason why tears ran down her cheek. I always saw her face when she cried, so much that I’d become accustomed to it. That face was never pretty on her but I had to see it.
From afar, I’m watching her talking to a friend who’s been stressing her out. She’s crying. I hate to watch but I need to make sure she’s okay. Again, I have to see that face. I had forgotten what it looked like until tonight. I’m not the reason she’s crying (this time) but it still hurts to see her cry. I wish she wouldn’t cry right now. I wish she would smile. I always loved her smile.
