Emotion is.

The tears that we call salty drops of rain, fall upon my face and taste like minty candy, bitter and sweet on my tongue.

It's rare when there is a movie that makes me cry. In the very few times, I've mostly just had urges to do so-- you know, you get that big lump in your throat and find it hard to speak clearly. In the even fewer times that I have actually cried, it was either when I watched that movie of Selena's life, and well, I was a young child, and even more sensitive than now, so obviously I cried-- Or when I saw "Meet Joe Black."

Now, I have seen that movie several times. I think the first time I ever saw it was way back when I must have been younger than 10 years old, therefore my mom kicked me out when they came to the sex scene by the fancy pool. BUT, that aside, it's just one of those touching romance stories with a bitter sweet ending. And I may have almost cried a little at the first couple times I've seen the movie, but this time, today, it was different.

Like any person, I cried at the ending where Joe, Susan, and her father all say "good-bye". But what made me really cry was the scene of Susan and her father hugging, dancing with eachother, and just saying things like "I love you, no regrets, and everything will be fine." It touched me, but even more than that, made me realize how much I love my dad and how I much I would feel if he would go, which some day he will, like everybody on this planet. Just the thought makes me want to cry again.

It's silly, really. I suppose I always had some kind of admiration and love for my dad, even though, before I started only living with my dad, I wasn't that close with him. Now, after these 2 years, he's become more than my father, but also my best friend. And as much as I love my mother so much, I can't help but wonder if I would feel more sad or less. I guess I shouldn't think of it that way, since in the end... I love both of my parents dearly.

Sometimes I feel embarrassed to admit it, but I have been always attached to my parents. I remember whenever I'd try to sleep over at someone's house, it'd be unlikely for me to stay the whole night, because once it dawned one me that I would not be saying good night to my parents, nor seeing them right away the next morning, I started to almost panic. I'd start crying like a poor little 5 year old, (only this went on till I was 10 or something). Even when I said good-bye as they would drop me off, it'd seem as if I was going on a long trip to another place far, far away, and it'd be a while till I'd see them again.

It was that bad.

Even now, I sometimes experience such a feeling when saying "see you later," if I'm going to stay longer than just the day at someone else's house. Of course, there would be no crying and I'd actually stay over the night and after with no problem.

But anyway, that's just one of my many odd problems or insecurities. Life's crazy like that. ;) I just felt like letting that whole "me love me dad so much!" thing. 'Hope I didn't sound too dramatic, or like a drama-queen.