It’s no secret around these parts that I believe many of my emotions are best expressed through tears. Crying is in my blood. For me, it’s the most freeing form of release when I’m sad, angry, stressed, or even overwhelmingly happy.
And it doesn’t often take much to set me off.
Last night I was watching TV in our living room while Sean caught the baseball game from our bedroom. I was watching One Tree Hill. I realize this show is not for everyone, but I happen to love it. Plus, I’ve been watching it since it started 8 years ago so it’s kind of hard to break up with it now.
Anyway, this episode was full of emotions (of both the sad and happy kind). As it came to a close I found myself losing all composure and by the time the credits rolled it had turned into a full-on silent sob. There wasn’t a particular reason behind it, I was just moved. Moved by the moments happening in the fictional TV series in front of me, and moved by the thoughts and feelings it stirred up inside of me.
So I got up and ran to the bedroom and snuggled my head in Sean’s chest. Anyone who knows Sean knows that he’s not a snuggler, so he instantly looked at me like, “Can I help you?”
But it didn’t take long for him to notice—or feel—the tears running down my face. His reaction was the same as it almost always is, “Oh geez….what now?”