If you don't feel like a soppy story, you might want to leave now

I'm feeling melancholy today, but not in a bad way. I feel transparent and a little bit vulnerable, as if my skin was made from paper. I'm touched by everything and would forgive anyone for anything and everything makes me sad, even the beautiful things. Or maybe it's the other way around, that there is beauty in sadness, but it doesn't matter. In any case, I'm not bitter at all, which is always a good thing.

I think the guy at the carpark set it off. A new company has taken over the carpark underneath my work, and there is this little old man who has started to work the cashier counter. He is so sweet and looks so scared that I feel like giving him a hug and telling him that everything is going to be ok. His nose is a bit red and he has the kindest eyes with this little twinkle in them. I met him the first time yesterday. When I went to pay he obviously didn't know that he needs to hit a different button for a scooter than for a car and made a mistake. He looked frightened when he realised and had this little scared smile as he went to get his supervisor who looked mean and was cold to the little old man and thirty years younger. I felt like shaking the supervisor and telling him that he has a responsibility as a human being to protect the weak. Instead I just smiled at the little old man and when I left I felt like crying.

I've got this thing for old people, especially when they look helpless or lonley. It breaks my heart. I saw this old woman today, sitting by herself at the take away shop, with her handbag and a cup of coffee on the table, looking lost and eating a sandwich, and it made me so sad.

When I went to pay for my ticket at the carpark today, the little old man was there again. I so desperately wanted to brighten his day a little bit with a smile and a few nice words. We had a bit of a chat and when he handed me my change he accidentally gave me the ticket back. I told him that he needed to keep the ticket for his files and write my registration number on it. He smiled a shy smile and said, "you are a wonderful woman for helping an old man like me." I had done nothing worth mentioning but it made my day that he looked happier.

I feel like bringing him a piece of cake tomorrow or something to make him smile again. I know, I'm just a silly soppy fool.