"I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me. Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic. But summer's almost here, and we won't see each other at all. And then you leave town... and then it's over. I'm sorry about last summer. You know, if I could do it over..."

"Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?"

"...No one writes songs about the ones that come easy."

- Veronica Mars

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^ One morning I will wake up to a murky Eden of a view like that one.

Life is good today.

Stayed up till 4AM last night talking to a familiar voice.

Unwise, definitely, and unguarded, maybe; but unguided? ...I don't think so. I'd still like to believe in kismet. The irony is that I'd like to believe in Fate; but only when Fate gives me what I want to have.

And whatever Lola wants, Lola gets, right?

Oh, don't we all wish.

Still.

It's a big risk, this.

Let it be a one-off. A long one.