Does anyone else get emotional hearing about the Prophet’s ﷺ life?

I can’t figure out what comes over me. Every time I hear a story from the life of Rasulullah ﷺ, especially when he faced hardship, rejection, lost loved ones, or showed such mercy and patience despite it all… my eyes just well up. My chest gets tight. My heart feels like it’s holding something I can’t even describe. Sometimes I don’t even try to stop the tears. I just let myself weep like a little kid. Even now, typing this, my eyes are damp. I’m just sitting here trying to put this feeling into words, but my heart is too heavy to explain what’s going on inside. Maybe because when I hear his life story, it’s not just history to me. It hits my heart. I reflect on all he bore for this Ummah, the pain he carried, and how people who never met him-including folks like me, born centuries later-were still among those he cared for. And I catch myself wondering… How can someone love a person they never even met so deeply? I’m a revert, and maybe that’s why it strikes me so hard. There were times I felt totally alone, unsure where I fit in, and then Allah guided me to Islam. Now, when I hear about the man ﷺ who brought us this message, I feel this huge wave of gratitude mixed with sorrow. I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could’ve sat close to him ﷺ, heard him talk, seen his smile, and let him know that someone, hundreds of years later, found Islam because of the message he carried. Instead, all I can do is sit here with teary eyes and whisper: Allahumma salli wa sallim ‘ala Muhammad ﷺ. I’m not sure why my heart reacts like this. But perhaps some tears don’t need a reason. Maybe sometimes the heart recognizes something words just can’t reach.