More or less a selfish pride I take in not crying in the presence of many. The pride should really be the other way around, those with exposed vulnerability have much more strength than us tough-ies. That pride however, is losing it's grip. To be more precise I am losing my grip on my tears! Garland says that she doesn't believe the story sans-tears.
Last night I took my time coming out of the changing room. I wasn't looking forward to a sea of unknown faces and massive amounts of flowers for others. I walked out and Anne's mum handed me a bunch of flowers. "I just realized that you don't have a mum to come and see you!" Something like spontaneous combustion occurred and my bubble of pride and salt water burst.
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