My friend and I went for a cosy pub pie dinner on Friday night. Truth be told - we both had a horrendously busy week at work (and non work!) and we were probably not in the right mindset to meet. But we missed each other so much and were looking forward to it all week, so we committed to our support for each other. Unspoken - we knew we needed it. I journeyed into the City from my town - while on the train, I saw a lady opposite crying , not balling her eyes out crying - but just slow, soft tears flowing down her pale face. She looked innocent and vulnerable. She noticed me, and we caught eyes. I tried to look away to not invade her private moment. But in my mind I knew I needed to do something. I had been in this position before myself. I scrummaged my bag for tissues, none to be found. We caught eyes again, I felt myself stop myself from speaking. I turned to get off at my stop, she followed me behind. I turned around and after finally finding my voice and hands - pat her on the shoulder and said “are you ok?” (Obviously she was not), she replied “erm I’ll be ok, so embarrassing I cried on the train”, I quickly without hesitation speak almost over her “it’s ok to cry, let it all out!!, we all need to let it out, you’re never going to see these people again !! you’re never going to see me again”. She bursts out laughing while tears are still visible at the same time. She smiles and I give her a nod. We waive bye as we part ways 👋 . On meeting my friend we discuss crying and how we’re sensitive and there is a place for crying as an adult. I tell her I don’t think we would be able to cry if it doesn’t have a purpose, then we tangent onto why the pancreas is useless and maybe some things don’t have purpose. But in my heart i know crying is for a reason. She quickly tells me that the purpose of crying as a baby is to seek the support of a mother to ask for food or care. That babies who cannot communicate what they are feeling - cry. We both agree that crying has its purpose and that as adults we need to cry, sometimes things can’t be communicated, but we need to let them out. We laugh and agree that we like to cry and we feel good afterwards. 😆📖