On the last day of the Olympics my boyfriend cried four times over the course of the day. This was only my second time seeing him cry, and I'm going to mainly focus on my reactions to it, because he's a really private person and I want to respect that.
It's weird, he is not really a big crier, so this was a very unusual event for him. Partly his crying was spurred by the end of the Olympics, and the end of things just makes him really sad and reflective about how things will be different in two years. Which I think is.....just adorable. So he cried for a couple minutes around noon because we were sort of having a disagreement on top of both of us already feeling bad.
Around mid afternoon it was my turn, I cried pretty hard for maybe 10 minutes because I was just feeling totally hopeless about a lot of things. He tried to be there for me but he was pretty paralyzed by his own emotions and problems. Then again in the early evening, with his head in my lap, when we started watching the closing ceremony. I wiped away one of his tears for him then, and just stroked his head for a long time. Around 11:15 I suggested we get in bed and end the miserable day, but he needed to talk a walk to calm down. So we walked around outside (it was very cold), I held his hand the whole way and I saw he was fighting back tears. When we got back to his apartment he sat on the couch without taking off his hat or jacket and cried a little more. I took off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair some more (that's very soothing for him).
After five minutes or so he gets very businesslike and suggests we take out the recycling (excuse for another walk), so we do that. Then around 12:30 we finally get in bed and he starts crying again almost immediately. This time he's sobbing, quietly, but it's still harder than I've seen him do before. He's turned away from me, so I reach around and stroke his face, and he presses into my hand. I ask him, "can you come closer?" He does, and I say