Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

Still, that's the point of love; you love someone despite their flaws.

You're working for me cut out the attitude.

I know what it's like to squander all your hours and all your tears and all your heart on something which turns out to be nothing. Don't waste your time.

Obviously this is engagement ring city. Couples are wandering along and girls are pointing through the windows and the men are smiling but all look slightly sick whenever their girlfriends turn away.

A party like this isn't about the surprise factor. It's about someone going to so much trouble that it just... overwhelms you.