I watched An Affair to Remember tonight. I have never before seen the film but was familiar with the plot from watching Sleepless in Seattle. I cuddled on the couch with my cup of green tea and my pillow.
I laughed at the corny humor and smiled at the timeless flirting. An hour and a half in and I started to worry. What if I don’t get my cry?
I was promised this cry. Guaranteed it, in fact, by the weeping ladies in Sleepless. Once my anxieties intensified I realized the moment was upon me.
Yes, I did get my cry. The tears came, as well as, the relief from the anticipation. The couple reconciled and I found my approval of this cry worthy film.
Bathwater running only intensifies tear flow. And they flowed. It’s best to climb into the tub and let it fill slowly, if you are in need of a good cry.
I let my tears multiply, gather and comfort each other. The tub understood. It accepted my weeping and shedding of tears. It encouraged the flow.
I left the bathroom with the sense of accomplishment, relief and acceptance. Everyone needs a good cry in the tub every now and then.