Tears can be happy… and sad.
Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one’s between your legs.
Tears we can’t control, sobs and weeps are little surrenders, and I will surrender nothing to the pain. Tears may flow, but I will not weep. I am the wife of a warrior now. Which is to say, I am a warrior. And warriors don’t cry.
Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek.
Tears don’t fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again.