Cry for yourself, its a mean world out there

As i turned back to go home, the impression of her lips still fresh on mine,
and the warmth of her fragrant hair still persisting in my breath, I felt like crying.
and i did, my eyes remained dry though.
But what was I crying for?? i spent the night introspecting ..
Was i crying because i was soon going to be alone. Was it because I was struggling with
the idea of having to get on with my life, with an integral part missing?Was it because I had invested my emotions into some one to such an extent that now it was impossible living a normal
life without her influence or the lack of it?
Or was it because I was leaving her alone, at a time when she needs me?Was it because she stood there still holding me, as i walked away? Or was it because i also knew that she would soon let me go ... ?
Was I crying for her, who was left behind.. or for her who, I knew would soon move on in life..
Was i crying for myself, who was going away, or for my self , who was left behind..
The answer to all these questions is yes..
And i was crying for the love of love.