I let myself be sad. I let myself think of him.

If this were a simpler matter, I'd have eliminated everyone else by now.

America, I don't think you can change history." All the same, his expression looked hopeful. "Sure we can. Besides, who'd ever know about it but you and me?

You ask for such simple things, I can't deny you.

Love is beautiful fear

I should have proposed that night in your room." "I should have let you.

What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I'll be lucky if I can just find someone who'll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I've already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn't feel? What if she's waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don't find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?