I made it through this whole fest, THIS WHOLE FEST, without crying once. Until now. UNTIL NOW.
I'm just going to go be a blubbering mess in the corner, and if you write me - ME, PERSONALLY - something light and romantic, I MAY be able to get over this little piece of heart-ripping angst. MAYBE.
I mean, yeah. It's lovely. And poignant. And everything I know to expect and love in your stuff. But you broke my heart, you broke my heart.