I cry every single time I watch Love and Other Drugs.
I cry because she fights and pushes him away.
Because she sees no real future until him.
Because she's in excruciating pain so frequently.
Because you watch her deteriorate through the duration of the film.
Because she's angry, volatile, over-sensetive, cold, a b**ch senseless, heartless...and someone decides she's worth fighting her for..
I cry because it's such an accurate reflection of my life it hurts. Apart from the end, where she's happy, and in love.
Because this isn't a Hollywood movie, this is real, and I can't just pause it or stop at any point.
I have to keep fighting. Every. Single. Day.
But I don't know if it'll keep going.