I've never been one to give 100percent. Never in blogs, yoga, and sadly even, relationships. It's that feminine time of the month again, maybe that's why I'm acting like a teacup filled to the very brim. Those tears threatening to liquify. But then again, when do they ever retract from the windows of my world? When I'm happy, so it seems. Last night, the boy told me that he wished that happiness would be the only reason ever for those teardrops to tumble.  Does laughing til my belly aches and eyes glisten count?