being emotional

Sometimes I get (too) emotional.

Like when I was 15 and I saw things I shouldn't have seen on nsfwtwt, and it affected me on a level I didn't even imagine it would. So, I talked about it with some guy, and he finished our conversation saying, "May you end up happy wherever you are."

Or when I was 11 and I had to say goodbye to my hometown's librarian, who introduced me to my favorite books (the ones that've made me who I am today), because I was moving, and we were never going to see each other again. She cried, and I cried about it for years. Still do, obviously.

Or when I found a picture of me with this guy who had left our hometown years ago. I did everything I could to find him again and tell him I'd been missing him all this time, and it was impossible for me to forget him.

I think about these people all the time. Some of them are strangers; I don't even remember their names or their faces. But they're important to me; they had such an impact on my life.

I don't think I've ever known someone this sensitive. I feel like my heart's made of cotton candy.