That's my sweetheart in there...

I swore I wasn't going to let it happen. I was so adamant that it wasn't going to happen! Oh well. It did, and really, I don't regret it. How can I regret being a girl. Still, I really didn't think I was going to do it.

I cried at The Notebook.

Shake your head arrogantly, and then listen.

I really wasn't going to cry. It wasn't magnificently acted. The lines were cheesy. The plot was predictable. Pretty much every cliche or stereotype in the book was somewhere in the length of the movie.
But they loved each other. And I guess that's why every girl cries (and a few guys, even if they're too stubborn to admit it).

I was told I wasn't really a girl until I had cried through The Notebook. At work, Red made plans for me to see it with Woody. He said I had to see it, and I had to have a man's shoulder to cry on-recommended Woody for the job. Woody said he'd be glad to have me cry on his shoulder, throughout which I insisted I wouldn't cry, but would watch the movie and see.
Of course, I didn't watch it with Woody. I don't think he's spent a night outside his house without being tipsy since 10th grade, if that. I watched it in my living room, with my mother asleep on the sofa and my brothers running in and out of the room to try and catch the "safe parts."
And so I had my cry by myself, perched on the edge of the sofa with just enough room between mom's feet and the ledge. She drifted sleepily through it, only catching bits and pieces when her eyes opened. I was biting down hard on my lip as the credits began when she said "In a way, that's me and your dad. He's sick right now, in the head. But I'm waiting for him."
And then I couldn't stop it anymore.

So you win, everybody. And I'm not sorry that you won. Its worth crying for, the waiting. The old man waiting for his wife's mind to come back, my mother waiting for her husband's heart to come back. There is nothing more heartbreaking and beautiful than waiting for someone you love.