But I think I cried more out of relief than self-pity. Relief because I was beginning to feel free. From whom? Myself, I think.
It’s a waste of water to cry, I tell myself, but I can’t seem to stop.
Man, I've always cried too easily. I cry when I'm happy or sad. I cry when I'm angry. I cry because I'm crying. It's weak. It's the opposite of the warrior.
On that long journey, she wept all the tears stored in her soul, leaving none in reserve for later sorrows.