Cry me a river

Cry me a river..

I have this thing for tears.
I admit.
I cry at a drop of a pin. (or thereabout)
Tears equates weakness.
That much I admit.
And it just tugs my heart when I see a boy cry.
Or tear.
My heart, entire heart goes out to him.

I admire that.
Admire that mometary showing of a weakness.
For it is not a crime.

A crying boy makes me weak in my knees.
Sue me sue me.