Pretty sure that I'm the only one crying when the young man proposes to the young woman on the live baseball game camera. Well, other than the young woman, of course. Yeah, I know all about the statistics. I am the statistics.
It's not the concept of marriage that moves me so much as the ideal of love, the spark of hope.
Babies smiling at their moms? Yeah, I'm reduced to a mess. Don't get me started on all the "best friend, cross species" YouTube fare.
I am absolutely convinced that there is enough love on the planet to feed the hungry, light the cities, end war, blah, blah, blah. You may say that I don't do my part. I've got good intentions.
Oh, I've got bad intentions, too, and they're all about love, too.