A real man never hurts a woman. God counts her tears. The woman came out of mans rib, not from his feet to be walked on, not from his head to be superior, but from his side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved
This is so true it hurts. I try so hard to hide all of my emotions and be happy all the time when my heart is breaking and slowly killing me. I try to be strong for everyone that I love even if I am crying myself to sleep.