6/24/12

Don't Laugh at a Girl who Cries
By Cara-Leigh Shepherd


Don't laugh at the vulnerable girl. Each of her tears tells a story with infinitely more value than your opinion.

Don't shrug at a girl who loves babies. If her eyes shine and she does a little heart-dance when she see's a baby; if she squeals with delight and makes googoo noises. Appreciate that it is because of her that your children will grow up feeling like they belong.

Don't tease the girl who loves love. If she is consumed by love stories and cries in a book when the first kiss happens, let her. Her heart is made of gold and when she encounters love it glows. Don't dampen that. It is an intrinsic desire that defines the most beautiful thing about her. If more people loved love, more people would be good at it.

Find a girl who cries. Hold on tight. Don't try to understand. You won't; until you realize how much you love her, then maybe you'll shed a few yourself.

Discover the girl who always talks about how her parents met. Who oogles at Gosling, Pitt and Robin Hood, her high expectations will force you to be a better man. Be a better man.

Her tears are precious. Captured and kept by her Father, and her Prince.

Admire her from afar. Admire her from near. But don't burst the bubble; It is fragile, and it is sacred. If you look closely you can almost see the emotions hovering on her skin. They are attracted to her like led shaving attracted to a magnet, but a little bit lighter, like chalk perhaps, gently settling in strands of her hair and eyelashes.

Don't fall for the girl who blabs, she doesn't need you.

Don't fall for the hysterical girl, she is only looking for attention.

Fall for the girl who tries to hide her tears; who is a secret feeler.

Let girls cry, let them love children, let them love romance. Don't let them feel stupid or embarrassed. They will only shrink and loose their hope. And a hopeless girl never cries. She never moves; locked in an airless room; stiff and unmoved.

Tears come from the scary hope in something wonderful.

Be scarily wonderful.


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I am a 21 year old English major from Cape Town, South Africa. My cheeks go red without asking and my brain has more questions than answers. My heart needs a leash but not as much as my tongue.