At some point in the story
He cries or she cries
at the climax
or in women's literature at intervals
as if our emotions were shaped like our bodies.

But to have someone cry
is a worthless gesture.
The equivalent of trying to describe
the color orange.

It doesn't express anything any ways.
The reader will assume the wrong things.
Upset is the wrong word, sadness even worse.
Really though, if I were to say that I was crying
because I liked it so much
it would be less believable.

In retrospect nothing looks like anger,
but just happiness, pure tears of happiness.