Last night we watched a movie, a romantic sob flick where a girl's in love with a boy who's in love with her sister who's in love with his brother who also loves the sister. It sounds more melodramatic than it is, but it's a good show. Halfway through I just kept crying and wiping the tears from my face before sliding my hand back in yours. After the screening, I emerged with red-tinged eyes and you teased me about holding my wet hand. I've never cried so much in front of you.