He asked me when's the last time I cried. I told him him Monday night and there's no need for tears, that's why i refuse to cradle my head in my hands anymore. He's beautiful in his own simple little way. He doesn't have to try to be perfect, he naturally is and i wish i could be that way. He asks me questions with answers he already knows and i have no problem repeating those answers it assures me that he knows. I still have reason to cry i wont let myself show weakness through waters from these eyes. and so he asks me when;s the last time that you cried?