Find myself crying over small things lately. 

I'm not sad, don't get me wrong. 

I'm not sure where these tears are coming from, either. Sometimes, it's because something truly good has happened, and they remind me that moments cannot be replicated, only repeated - and even then, maybe not. 

Sometimes, it's because something truly bad has happened, and they remind me that life can be cruel. 

I'm not sad, don't get me wrong. I'm just afraid to live loss again.