When you see your beloved hurting, you feel the hurt too.
Every tear shed is like tiny pin pricks going beneath your skin, pain burning in your insides.
That’s why when they do cry, you shy away because the hurt just gets into you.
It would have been much better if you were only in a place where you could embrace your beloved and comfort them, perhaps with a warm embrace. But when you don’t have the opportunity, you feel helpless, and the hurt builds up inside you. Swelling, growing.