When a girl cries over a guy,
she really loves him.
When a guy cries over a girl
he will never love anyone the
same again.
HER TEARS:
She cries because it hurts.
She cries because she’s scared.
She cries because she wants him to fix it.
She cries and calls her friends.
She cries and posts sad quotes.
She cries and then she heals.
She cries 100 times for 100 guys.
Each tear is a reset button.
By Monday she’s over it.
By Friday she’s in love again.
Her heart is elastic.
It stretches. It snaps back.
She cries to let go.
HIS TEARS:
He doesn’t cry.
Not for girls. Not for pain.
Not for funerals. Not for fear.
Men die before they cry.
So if you see him cry over a woman?
That’s not sadness.
That’s a death.
His soul just left his body.
He cried in his car. Alone.
No friends. No posts. No playlist.
Just silence and a man
realizing he’d never be the same.
She was his peace.
She was his home.
She was the one he would’ve died for.
And she left.
He doesn’t cry because he lost her.
He cries because he lost himself
in her. And she took him with her.
A woman cries to mourn the relationship.
A man cries to mourn the version of himself
that believed in love.
She’ll love again. Deeper maybe.
Different definitely.
Women are built for renewal.
He won’t.
Not like that.
That switch got flipped.
That door got locked.
That part of him is buried with her.
From now on every girl gets 80 percent.
Because 20 percent died
the day he broke down in the shower
and no one heard him.
She cries and gets comfort.
He cries and gets colder.
She cries and gets softer.
He cries and gets steel.
She cries because she cares.
He cries because he’s done caring.
Forever.
If you made a man cry,
congratulations.
You killed something ancient.
You killed his faith.
You killed his hope.
You killed the boy who thought
love was real.
He’ll still date. Still marry. Still provide.
But he’ll never bleed again.
Because he learned:
Bleeding for her
means dying alone.
Her tears are rain.
They water the next flower.
His tears are acid.
They burn the whole garden down.
Never let it get there.
Because once a man cries for you,
he’s already gone.
The body just hasn’t left yet.
