I just sat there looking at her. She had caught me red-handed. ran through my head as I tried to come up with a believable excuse. Before I realized what I was doing, I heard myself say, “I’m sorry!” I didn't know what else to do! I jumped to my feet and ran. I ran as far as I could. The park. I climbed a tree and sat there. I felt a lump in my throat, then a tear rolled down my cheek. Another tear, and another, and before I knew it, I was crying. Why was I crying? Because I had done the unthinkable and made my life an even bigger mess than it already was. I cried for quite a long time. Or at least I thought it was long. That's the problem with crying, you never know how long you've been crying, unless of course you time yourself, but what kind of weirdo would do that? And I mean, it's not like you cry for ten minutes and then your body decides, "No!" I'm losing enough moisture! You've cried long enough, get over it and stop crying! » No, I guess that's not how life works, because you can cry forever if you want! I mean, I think if you cried that long you'd look, or at least feel like a prune, but you get the idea. That's not the question. I was crying and that was what was important. So, remember when I said earlier what kind of weirdo keeps track of how long they cry? Well, I think I found this weirdo, and to make matters worse, they weren't even timing how long they cried, they were timing ME! So, here I am at the top of a tree in the middle of a park, eyes wide, when suddenly something taps my foot, but when I look down, there's nothing. And that's when I think "that's it, it's been so long that I've been visibly crying, that I'm now in the middle of a paper......e in silence. But now he had this huge smile on his face. “Is that why you were crying?” he finally said. “Oh, I knew you wouldn’t understand.” I crossed my arms and pouted. I sat there and watched his lips move as he said, "No, I understand, I just thought she should be the one crying for more than ten minutes." But hey, it's your life. I turned away and looked at the ground for a few moments. “Hey, I’m hungry, do you want to go grab a bite to eat?” I had decided to drop the subject and forget about it, but it didn't look like I would get off that easily. “Very well,” he replied, “but we haven't finished talking about this. In fact, I think we should talk about it over lunch. “Awwww, you’re so annoying!” I screamed, punching him in the arm. I stood up and held out my hand again, and this time he took it. I guess my life wasn't such a mess after all.