I've never done this before, but I'm willing to make an exception for you. I will leave everything behind-- all my commitments, responsibilities, realities, just so I could have even one weekend with you. I just want to be able to hold you in my arms. To kiss you, hug you, take you on a bed that is ours, and wake up next to you after. Without any apprehensions and worries. Just us-- together, in love, and without a care in the world. So we both plan this... rendezvous. To get away from everything else that's holding us back from this... thing we've been denying ourselves for ages. Because what is the sense in not doing what makes you happy?