It must be love, when the only thing you can think about is how much you'll miss her when she's gone.

And this is me imagining things years from now when we're both old and gray.

I suppose we buck the trend when it comes to relationships. But then, I don't understand why the trend can't be like ours.

Why must you hate each other more as time goes by? Is it inevitable?

Let me go buy an extra long pair of trousers to find out...