I was watching Ed on cable tonight. It was this episode where Molly was wondering if the guy she fancied - Jim - liked her as well. After many dates, which made her feel more like his buddy than his lover, she decided that he didn't feel the same way for her. And she cried. And she told him they should just get on with their lives and she would stop hoping for something to happen between them. And then he kissed her. And she was ecstatic.

And then I cried.

Because I wished that I could feel that too. That there would be that someone whom I would have feelings for and who would feel the same for me.

And then I stopped crying.

Because it's just periodic. The crying, that is. I get these spurts sometimes. Most of the time, I'm carrying on with life happily. Once in a while, the lonely pangs hit and the sadness kicks in. But it's just once in a while. There are plenty of things to be happy about. Like chocolate :)

Mmm... chocolate... :)