In Miyazaki films, I’ve noticed that characters have two ways of crying. When it’s crying for themselves, they’re normal tears; when it’s crying out of love, it’s great streaming orbs that fall from their eyes. I can understand those orb-tears these days, because they definitely feel that way. October seems 3.5 decades away and watching him walk out the door every night is a small stab to the heart. I pity anyone in my shoes right now; the waiting only prolongs the emotional rollercoaster you ride to the altar. Sigh. Is it October 2nd yet?