I did not used to be a crier. For more than half of my life, I was a pretty tear-free individual who only let loose the waterworks when I was really mad or in physical pain. Some people are born criers. My 11-year-old niece is one of these. For as long as I can remember, she’s been a sensitive soul, likely to burst at the slightest little thing. My gorgeous friend in Texas is also like this.
I never was, until I fell in love.
I remember noticing the transition right near age 21. I didn’t know whether it was because I had moved away from home finally, or because I had started birth control pills. But suddenly something was uncorked inside me and if I tilted the wrong direction, it would spill out all over. Looking back, I can absolutely see that it was love that set it all off.
I was living in Orange County and my boyfriend still lived in my hometown. Every time I would drive back to my apartment after a visit, I would cry. The love had turned me into a weepmonster.
And it never stopped.
Anytime Mr. Wonderful gives me a sweet card, I get teary. I cry watching stories on The Today Show. I weep after great vacations. I’ve gotten choked up during Entourage. Even this morning, I heard Stevie Wonder’s “I’ll be loving you always” and pictured my dad and I possibly dancing to it…at some event in the future…and on came the sprinkler system.
I can’t think about how lucky I am to have Mr. Wonderful without tearing up. I can’t watch an episode of The Biggest Loser or Sex and the City without dabbing my eyes. I can’t believe I’ve turned into such a sap.
Is this something that just happens with age? Or did love curse me with watering eyes for the rest of my life? And if I’m this much of a blubbering fool, how am I ever going to make it through a wedding some day?