At some point in the last three years, I went from being the girl who never cries to being the kind of person who gets prickles in the backs of her eyes at a touching moment in a musical. A well-done production of Sondheim's A Little Night Music, to be precise, but it's happened in other places recently too. Never actual tears, but lots of prickling. The fact that much of this prickling occurs at romantic moments leads me to suspect that the last nearly three months, more than the rest of the last three years, are to blame. More specifically... I've fallen in love and turned into such a girl.
But a happy girl.
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