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afraid to cry

I am afraid to see others cry

Dear friend, please don't cry unless you really want to express your feelings.

Ever since I made a female classmate cry in the second grade of elementary school, I started to be afraid of seeing others cry.

I'm afraid I don't know how to comfort, I'm afraid I'm overwhelmed, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself.

Coincidentally, many people like to talk to me about their hearts. I often see other people's tears, and every drop is heart-wrenching.

What do I do when my friends cry in front of me?

I'd be silent, I'd talk about life as it was, I'd chastise him, motivate him, and sometimes just hand me a crepe tissue in my trouser pocket.

Sometimes, I also pat my friend on the arm or shoulder, but try to avoid him leaning on my shoulder, because I feel that the same-sex approach makes me sick, and the opposite sex makes me sweat and my heart beats fast. However, the real reason is that my shoulder can't bear the pain of my friend, and if I get close to it, I will touch my own injury, which will make me cry with him.

In the end, I just don't have the ability to calm down other people's pain. When my friends cry, I can only look at the sky and make divinations.

Since I am an emotional and sensitive person, in order to avoid seeing others cry, when someone is unhappy and has a heavy heart, I will first ask the question and use some lighthearted and funny words to preempt others (tears always come out of laughter) Better than more than tears!).

So, I am not afraid of you laughing, I am afraid that you will cry.

Of course, my friend, if you really want to cry, please cry! I must stand by your side.

But, my friend, please don't mind that I don't understand comfort, suddenly silence, or just ask you where the tissue is with my tongue knotted, or wipe away your tears with my hands.

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