I just watched "When Harry Met Sally" again for about the hundredth time. I don't know why, but I always tear up at the end. I think most people do. This movie means something to me and I don't know why. I'm certainly not the Harry character, but I guess I identify with him just enough to make me feel. The same fear of being involved, the same motivation to run. I just lack the same willingness to put myself on the line, and expose my emotions for others to see. I suppose I should put that on my to-do list.

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