Last night I watched the second half of Titanic with Tiff and Ash (we watched the first a few days ago). This was the first time I'd ever seen it (surprise, I know!) and I sobbed for a good chunk of time after. And I've broken down twice today already, and it's not even noon! What is wrong with me? I can't watch sad movies. Seriously.
I could say something profound about it, but I'm still caught up in the miserableness of imagining having to let go of your dead lover's hand to let him sink down into the depths of the ocean.