I don't know. Sometimes when I feel about to cry, it often evolves into an impulse to almost laugh. That must have been how I really felt at the time, because I laughed, almost giggled.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.