2011-02-26, 02:08 AM
Serious question, this isn't Funhouse material. I'm expecting actual answers. A friend brought this up when I was at a bar earlier, and she was talking to my one other friend, it seemed like a joke-question, but their conversation somehow drifted that way.
Thinking back, I think the only time I cried extremely hard was February of last year. It was after me and my 2nd ex had broke up, and I had received a "storybook" made by her. She said that even though me and her broke up, she still wanted to give me something that she spent weeks on making. When I had received the storybook, I slowly cracked it open, and it was a book about how me and her met, etc. The things she'll remember about me, and the things she wanted to do. Some of these pages consists of me and her sitting on a Ferris Wheel, hanging out, etc. Last page was a picnic on the top of a hill, with a lot of stars in the sky at night, and there were fireworks. Then it's me having my arm over her shoulders. Everything in the book was completely hand-made, she cut out a ton of colorful papers, and really did spent weeks working on it because it seemed to have shown it.
When I slowly cracked open the book, a tear had dropped from my face and splattered across the pages. I didn't even realized I started crying until I noticed the page was wet, that's how bad it got. I still have that book today, and I look back at it to remember that the times I spent with that certain person was not wasted time. In fact, it helped to make me 'move on' a bit in life and cherish what I have in life. People like these that made a significant impact on my life will most likely not be forgotten, unless I'm reaching extremely old age.
Thinking back, I think the only time I cried extremely hard was February of last year. It was after me and my 2nd ex had broke up, and I had received a "storybook" made by her. She said that even though me and her broke up, she still wanted to give me something that she spent weeks on making. When I had received the storybook, I slowly cracked it open, and it was a book about how me and her met, etc. The things she'll remember about me, and the things she wanted to do. Some of these pages consists of me and her sitting on a Ferris Wheel, hanging out, etc. Last page was a picnic on the top of a hill, with a lot of stars in the sky at night, and there were fireworks. Then it's me having my arm over her shoulders. Everything in the book was completely hand-made, she cut out a ton of colorful papers, and really did spent weeks working on it because it seemed to have shown it.
When I slowly cracked open the book, a tear had dropped from my face and splattered across the pages. I didn't even realized I started crying until I noticed the page was wet, that's how bad it got. I still have that book today, and I look back at it to remember that the times I spent with that certain person was not wasted time. In fact, it helped to make me 'move on' a bit in life and cherish what I have in life. People like these that made a significant impact on my life will most likely not be forgotten, unless I'm reaching extremely old age.