this is the story of how i went from tough to cookie. it should have been an epic tale of love, but it is a mono-dialogue of sorts:
me: i thought you were all tough, not missing home, not emotional.
me: i don't know what happened.
me: do tell, how did the waterfall start?
me: it was that ad in romanian. it did something to me.
me: you're a wuss.
me: i felt home, i felt i'm belonging somewhere, really strong.
me: patriotic wuss you are!
me: i guess i'm an emotional soul trapped underneath this cover of toughness.
me: no, you're a wuss!
and thats the way the cookie crumbles.