So Apparently I'm a Masochist...

I purposely watched P.S. I Love You tonight knowing full well just how this movie makes me feel every single time. I saw this movie for the first time with Tom when it came out in theaters, and I laughed and cried intermittently every 5 minutes throughout the entire thing. When we got back in the car I broke down and bawled some more in the parking lot. I didn't know any one person could hold such a huge amount of tears in her tear ducts. I made Tom switch places with me to drive us back home because I was a hot mess. I don't normally cry again when I watch sad movies because I know what to expect. This is an exception. I still laugh and cry every 5 minutes. And I still want to go to Ireland.