I'm a weeper. I cry all the time. Whenever, whatever the situation. My shrink says I'm pretty much healthy so it doesn't matter how weepy I get. I'm nostalgic. I close my eyes and remember one sleepy afternoon, waking up to the opening theme of Ang TV. I love the feel of the wind against my hand while road tripping to nowhere. I believe in the power of prayer. It's a one-sure-shot at getting what one really deserves. Soulmates are real but they don't always end up with each other.
Sniff, sniff... Kleenex please!