A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories....

Don't worry know what you can't change. Rest when you can so you'll be ready for tomorrows battle.

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have.

Let me get this straight. The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year-old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically - yet skillfully - kissing you on top of silverware and china?

Look what we've done so far. We're pretty good at the impossible.