I walked out of a movie, yesterday.
I think this had only happened once before and only because I so disliked the movie that I could not see giving it another hour of my life.
Yesterday was very different:
I really liked the film. The acting was great, beautiful cinematography, masterful directing and a super story, too.
My mind was happy.
My heart, though, within seven minutes, started to whimper.
It needed out. It was shriveling.
I sat with this strange conflict ("stay, this is great" / "please leave, I can't breathe") for about 45 minutes and then my feet walked me out.
Relieved, my heart let out a big breathe and I sobbed, sitting on the sidewalk for a while.