I want to believe it. Maybe it would've been that week, maybe not for years, but I have to believe if we ended up here together, we would have ended up together anywhere.
I'll be wearing a pretty dress? Fine, fine, YOU can tell her and break her tiny heart.
Nope, the Eleventh one. The one who just left. Which I don't think she knows yet. Bow tie, tweed jacket, braces, the works.