red round circles
You think that I am wise but I am not I am NOT
you monster
Whenever I finish a book I've really loved, and the main character is sent off smiling into the sunset (or at least dispensed with in the correct and acceptable fashion), I feel as if I'm loosing a real friend.
Or am I just reminded I never had the friend in the first place? Well whatever, but the point is I only ever cry at happy endings.