Tonight, I found myself tearing up during an episode of Smallville. Not because it was the funeral scene of Jonathan Kent, but the thought of losing a parent. As an emotional person, it's strange how black my heart is sometimes. Even a good friend told me once that I'm heartless. Not that I want to be, it's just I find no feelings or emotions toward what was going on. Maybe it wasn't great enough where my heart would crush. I want to cry sometimes, but I've built an armor strong enough to withstand some of the worst things in life.
Love burns through this armor though. I love my family. But most of all, my parents and brothers. When watching Smallville, I thought about a parental death(knowing that thinking of it is bad luck, but it's reality) and I started tearing. I closed my eyes and whispered, "She isn't done being my mother." That did it. I cried. I needed it.
Besides family, there's one among few who I love that I've teared for. Love definitely burns through my armor because it hurts when the smallest things happen. But, love overpowers when happy occurrences come about. I love you, and never doubt that. I'm human after all.
Other than that, I've been to 7 airports; Norfolk(ORF), Houston(IAH), New York(JFK), Savannah(SAV), Atlanta(ATL), Oakland(OAK), and San Jose(SJC). FYI:Stay away from ATL. Can't find the terminals, they're too far. Traveling is fun. My favorite part is flying back home so I can see the one's I care and love.
Thank you for picking me up on Friday night. The first hug is always the best. From my heart to yours. Also, thanks for Making It Happen.
note: Can't sleep now.