Am I overdoing it?

I have always known myself to be a very sentimental and emotional person. A touching flick or novel can make me cry rivers, and sometimes even violent sobs.

I haven't read a book in econs that make me cry like a baby. The last time it happened was so many years ago, when I was still in sec 2 or something. I remember the book I was reading then: John Grisham's The chamber.

I was sobbing so much that I had to put the book down for awhile cos I really couldn't concentrate on the reading. It happened today again. I finished the book: My friend Leonard by James Frey. It was a memoir, of his remarkable friendship with the person he met in rehab, who has seen and supported him through ups and downs, as in really UPS and DOWNS.

The author recounts vividly the every single moment they shared together, and at the end, when his friend dies, it made me sob so much that I stopped reading for a moment. I felt as if I felt his loss.

His friend was dying of AIDS, and asked him to spend the final few days with him where they stayed together, went places together, went through photo albums together and ate together.

Then one fine morning, his friend asked him how he felt and feels now after so many years since his girlfriend committed suicide, and drops the bombshell on him, that he has decided to do likewise, because he wants to leave with dignity, and doesn't want to go as all shriveled up skeleton.

He cried a river trying his darnest to dissuade his friend, begging him not to, tho knowing that it won't change things.

Can you imagine his agony??

Your best friend in life, who means practically the whole world to you, one whom seems to have been there from the begining, protected, sheltered you looked out for you for the longest time running, and here he is, almost spent, his life wasting away, he is in tremendous pain as he battles with the terrible illness, and you can't do a thing to help him ease the pain or make him feel better.

He makes the decision to leave, you cannot bear to let him go, and you cannot do a single thing to change his mind or change anything. He tells you to leave him, and that when you come back, it will be over, and everything's gonna be alright, but you know its not.

And so you walk out, knowing that that is the last time you are ever going to see your friend alive, and you wished that you are dreaming, that its not happening, that everything's just a nightmare. Just imagine, with you heart and soul.

As I write this, the tears welled up in my eyes. Am i overdoing it?? Death scenarios always never failed to make me cry buckets.

Haven't had a book like this in a long while. It's fucking awesome.