over a sitcom

I cried this afternoon watching “Friends”. It was the one where the Ross/Rachel relationship is reviewed because invitations for Ross’s wedding have arrived. I watched Rachel remember, and debate whether to attend the wedding or not, and I cried. I cried for the loss of expectations, and hope for reconciliation. I grieved the loss of Maverick in my life and thought about his engagement. I lost myself in a moment of consuming loneliness.

I laughed as the tears flowed freely, satisfied and amused by the exposure of my soul. I’m crying over a fucking sitcom...

and I love it.