i caught an old, sappy movie on television tonight. it was quaint, cute, funny, and romantic. i always cry at the happy endings. usually because their kind of like what i hope for and (as silly as it may sound), i get lost in them and wind up crying because i’m happy for the happy i see.
sometimes, i cry because i wish it would happen to me.
bleh. anyway.
this one ends with a the woman saying to her fellow, ‘i wanted it to be you. i really wanted it to be you.’
she got her wish, of course. hollywood is usually pretty good at that.
i was going to write more, but it doesn’t really matter. the usual, don’t you know… an ache, a sigh, a wish that won’t come true.
reckon i’m not hollywood material.
oh well.