Officially Old

There is one song, and only one, that makes me cry every single freakin' time I hear it. That is "His Only Need" by Wynona. It's a story of a man who finds his true love. Each time I listen, in under five minutes, I feel like I know these people. Like they're real, with feelings and love and children. That's why I cry.

Tonight, at 7:30p.m. I am officially an old woman, or at least middle-aged. I cried when I heard "Somewhere Other Than the Night" by Garth Brooks. Yes, a Garth Brooks song made me cry. Geez. Here are the lyrics:

He could see the storm clouds rollin' across the hill
He barely beat the rain in from the field
And between the backdoor slammin' she heard him say
"Damn this rain and damn this wasted day"
But she'd been waitin' for this day for oh so long
She was standin' in the kitchen with nothin' but her apron on
And in disbelief he stood and he stared a while
When their eyes met, they both began to smile

Somewhere other than the night
She needs to hear I love you
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to know you care
She wants to know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

They spent the day wrapped up in a blanket
On the front porch swing
He'd come to realize he'd neglected certain things
And there are times she feels alone even by his side
It was the first time she ever saw him cry

Somewhere other than the night
She needs to hear I love you
Somewhere other than the night
She needs to know you care
She wants to know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

To know she's needed
She needs to be held tight
Somewhere other than the night

Reading the lyrics like a poem, they're plainly cheesy, but there is something about the melody that just lets the words weave their way through the notes and it's so beautiful.

What really gets me is that it's not a make-you-cry-song. I don't cry when I hear "100 years" by Five for Fighting, and that is certainly more emotional.

Now, I want to clarify that I did not cry because Blake doesn't ever tell me he loves me. I didn't cry because I feel underappreciated or because he doesn't want anything from me but, um, certain things.

I felt like an old, married woman as the first tears welled up in my eyes.

Man alive. Sometimes I'm way too emotional.