Tales Of Passion

I tend to post a lot of movie trailers on here. The main explanation for that would simply be that I adore anticipating the movie as much as watching the full-length feature. For the last six months or so, we've inadvertently made it a habit to log onto IMDB and get lost in trailer after trailer, until it's unsurprisingly way past midnight. I did just that by myself yesterday and in a predictable twist of typical tear-jerking emotion immediately had a well-forged lump in my throat that just kept those salty streams running down my cheeks. I've always been a more than competent crier, but I've come to love that rush of emotion, although I generally try not to force it. I seem to cry out of happiness and gratefulness, as well as some sort of premeditated bliss; particularly with music. When I've talked to other people about it, they've said that they don't really cry in the same way, and perhaps not as frequently. Since reading this just now, I feel like I've found my answer to those conversations, that yes, life is more than just good. From now, I think that I'll embrace Carissa Gallo's perspective that my tears stem from the feeling that, "Sometimes I just wonder if my heart will break from joy."
 

Ps, I realise it's not a trailer, but this Isabel Allende video may have brought on another wave of emotion last night. Let me know if you watch it, and whether her stories move you?