I can't stand watching a girl crying.
I don't like when girls cry.
This morning, a girl came in the subway with tears all over her face and I couldn't stop myself from standing up, going in front of her, wiping the streaming tears off her cheek and telling her she would be prettier if she wore a smile, before turning and leaving the car.
Just how cheesy can I be, not even being able to look at a crying girl.
Even though she was stunned and knew not how to react at first, as the metro left, the last thing I saw was a beautiful crescent of shinning white teeth. Within seconds, from a sad girl to a woman with irradiating beauty.
