The Ugly Cry
The Ugly Cry hits you when you least expect it. Usually after something minor goes wrong, which just sets off an entire wave of emotion. Your face scrunches up and hot wet tears roll down your face. You gasp for breath, but with every breath The Ugly Cry attacks a little more. Your throat and mouth hurt. All vanity is thrown out the window. You don't care just how ugly you look when you're having The Ugly Cry.
You want to stop crying but at the same time you need to feel this pain. It's the only thing that justifies all you've been through, and proves that your love for your lost ones is indeed real. There's no denying real emotions when you're having an ugly cry. You can't fake it. No one can accuse you of being unreal.
The Ugly Cry is going to be a constant companion in my life. Sure, it may leave once in a while, but it will always return. There's nothing I can do to rid of it, until I'm lucky enough to be reunited with my Bear and Babybear again.
