There's one more after this, so hold onto your horses. Karaline is FAR from being done.
Tomorrow night is the Breaking Dawn release party. It seems strange to me that this time last year, I was still hyped up about Deathly Hallows. It's also strange that just over one month ago, I picked up Twilight and New Moon in an act of rebellion and boredom and ended up falling in love. One month.
For Harry Potter, it took me four books and six years to fall in love. Maybe because Jo Rowling doesn't write sexy vampires into her books (I think the only vampire we ever meet in Harry Potter is the one at Slughorn's party, actually). I don't know. But it does bug me when people say Stephenie Meyer is the new JK Rowling. They're complete opposites. Rowling created an entire universe centered around this poor, unfortunate boy who has to defeat another poor, unfortunate boy who's had a lot more time to train. Meyer took a familiar setting, placed familiar people in it, and added a bit of mythology and romance.
Both of them are amazing. I love them both for giving me so many hours of entertainment and so many characters to fall in love with.
But that's about all they have in common. Good stories, good characters, good personalities, and a lot of money.
So, really. The next JK Rowling? Give me a break. There's only one JK Rowling and there will never be another.
Likewise, there's only one Stephenie Meyer and she's good enough on her own to be thought of independently from Rowling.
Back to what I was saying: Midnight Release.
Reesa just informed me today that Barnes and Noble is doing the Prom theme again. On one hand, I'm excited because I missed the Eclipse Prom. On the other hand, I'm bummed because I just finished this really amazing softball shirt that has quotes and 'Team Edward' and everything on it.
But I've made a compromise. I'm going to wear a dress UNDER my shirt. And my walking boot. Because I AM Bella. Reesa and I discussed this already.
OR, I could wear a skirt with my shirt and just have on Converse. Reesa's just wearing jeans and her shirt. But if everyone shows up wearing fancy shmancy stuff, I don't wanna feel left out.
This leads us to our next topic: How long should I wait in B&N?
Last year, I showed up around 7 and was #156 in line. And I missed everything but the costume contest (I wasn't dressed up as anyone, so that was an automatic 'no'). But still, I only waited 5 1/2 hours to get my book.
This year, we're thinking of showing up at 9:30 in the morning to get our places in line, and then coming back around 5 PM so we don't miss the discussions. Because I'm SO pumped for an Edward vs. Jacob debate. You don't even know.
Edward wins in the end. Stephenie even said so. Bella and Edward get married. Jacob doesn't stop the wedding.
But that brings me to...my next blog. :P
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Blog Post 1: My Mom Got a Blog
Topic of today's post? Exactly what the title is.
Her first blog entry was a rant about what to think about before voting in November. This should be interesting. Mainly because throughout high school, I became more moderate conservative and she's ridiculously right wing. Like, hxc conservative. It's that whole thing where the youth of America are more liberal than our older counterparts. I guess it's true. High school made me see that I can't be close-minded towards other people's beliefs. I still hold true to my own, but it's not a bad thing to learn about others. It's healthy to question yourself and your beliefs every once in a while.
So, whereas I've had four years to really cement my political views, she's had thirty-something years. It would be hard to get her to change her ideals now. But mine can easily be changed. I'm still questioning myself.
Which is probably why I hate watching the news with my mom. She always comments and it seems so narrow-minded to me, that I just get irritated. I happen to love watching the Colbert Report with her because he makes fun of people like her, but she can still laugh at it.
Colbert brings politically diverse families together.
That's it for this entry. I'll have another one today. I have to keep up my pattern of 3-5-3-5-3-5. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check my archives.
<3 Karaline
Her first blog entry was a rant about what to think about before voting in November. This should be interesting. Mainly because throughout high school, I became more moderate conservative and she's ridiculously right wing. Like, hxc conservative. It's that whole thing where the youth of America are more liberal than our older counterparts. I guess it's true. High school made me see that I can't be close-minded towards other people's beliefs. I still hold true to my own, but it's not a bad thing to learn about others. It's healthy to question yourself and your beliefs every once in a while.
So, whereas I've had four years to really cement my political views, she's had thirty-something years. It would be hard to get her to change her ideals now. But mine can easily be changed. I'm still questioning myself.
Which is probably why I hate watching the news with my mom. She always comments and it seems so narrow-minded to me, that I just get irritated. I happen to love watching the Colbert Report with her because he makes fun of people like her, but she can still laugh at it.
Colbert brings politically diverse families together.
That's it for this entry. I'll have another one today. I have to keep up my pattern of 3-5-3-5-3-5. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check my archives.
<3 Karaline
Monday, July 28, 2008
Robert Pattinson = <3
So, thanks to Danielle Morebello, I got to see Robert Pattinson in the flesh (amazingly handsome flesh, I might add). I arrived at Comic-con at around 11:20 AM (REALLY late), registered as quickly as possible, and ran down to the line for Hall H. It was about two miles long, but then I saw Danielle and Stephanie Bond (and her adorable baby) and they let me cut in line. Five minutes later, I was anxiously looking for a seat. The most seats they had all together were 3...there were 6 of us. So Danielle and two other girls took those seats and the rest of us continued searching. I managed to find a seat in between a big group from Twatlight and two best friends who were huge Twilight fans. I made some friends, got some Goldfish, and made myself comfortable for a long wait.
At around 2 PM, the cast of Twilight finally came out on stage. Everyone lost it when Rob came out. Including me. I screamed like a little bitch. Not lying.
The moderator asked all the practical questions, and then he opened it up for Q&A. I RAN all the way to the line, only to find out that about thirty girls had already lined up beforehand and I had to go to the very back. I was pissed. Like, getting-caught-at-the-red-light-at-Mission-Gorge pissed. It was bad. And, of course, all the girls who got up to the mic were like, "Oooh, Rob, I love you!" and other stupid things like that. >:| It was ridiculous. Rob didn't even know what to do half the time he was up there. What do you say to 6500 screaming girls who all want to let you know they love you?
Rob's response:
"Good."
XD
I love that man. I seriously wish I was friends with him so I could just hang out with him. He would fit into my group of friends so well. Actually, he's kind of me in male form. I don't need drugs or alcohol to act the way I do. Neither does he. Everyone from Twatlight thought he was high. I disagree. I think he was just scared shitless by rabid fangirls and didn't know how to explain himself. He's not the most articulate man in the world (even though Edward totally is). He's also rarely serious (which Edward definitely is), which makes people think (even more than usual) that he's stoned. Gahhh. I don't understand it. Why am I not famous? I could be Bella. I could be a really GOOD Bella (clumsy, liable to fall in love with vampires and werewolves, always attracting strange injuries...). AND I'm a brunette.
Yeah. I'm Bella.
Now where the flying fuck is my Edward?
Ahem. Anyways, back to Rob.
In short, he's made of awesome and I'm completely in love with him. Teresa better become famous someday and do a movie with him. And then introduce me. And then I can have his gorgeous, half-British children. (LOL--beat you to it, Cho!)
I got tons of video of his adorableness, but I can only put up pictures on here... :( You'll have to survive with that.
Love,
Mrs. Karaline Pattinson (? I think so.)
At around 2 PM, the cast of Twilight finally came out on stage. Everyone lost it when Rob came out. Including me. I screamed like a little bitch. Not lying.
The moderator asked all the practical questions, and then he opened it up for Q&A. I RAN all the way to the line, only to find out that about thirty girls had already lined up beforehand and I had to go to the very back. I was pissed. Like, getting-caught-at-the-red-light-at-Mission-Gorge pissed. It was bad. And, of course, all the girls who got up to the mic were like, "Oooh, Rob, I love you!" and other stupid things like that. >:| It was ridiculous. Rob didn't even know what to do half the time he was up there. What do you say to 6500 screaming girls who all want to let you know they love you?
Rob's response:
"Good."
XD
I love that man. I seriously wish I was friends with him so I could just hang out with him. He would fit into my group of friends so well. Actually, he's kind of me in male form. I don't need drugs or alcohol to act the way I do. Neither does he. Everyone from Twatlight thought he was high. I disagree. I think he was just scared shitless by rabid fangirls and didn't know how to explain himself. He's not the most articulate man in the world (even though Edward totally is). He's also rarely serious (which Edward definitely is), which makes people think (even more than usual) that he's stoned. Gahhh. I don't understand it. Why am I not famous? I could be Bella. I could be a really GOOD Bella (clumsy, liable to fall in love with vampires and werewolves, always attracting strange injuries...). AND I'm a brunette.
Yeah. I'm Bella.
Now where the flying fuck is my Edward?
Ahem. Anyways, back to Rob.
In short, he's made of awesome and I'm completely in love with him. Teresa better become famous someday and do a movie with him. And then introduce me. And then I can have his gorgeous, half-British children. (LOL--beat you to it, Cho!)
I got tons of video of his adorableness, but I can only put up pictures on here... :( You'll have to survive with that.
Love,
Mrs. Karaline Pattinson (? I think so.)
Saturday, July 5, 2008
New York and Reno
Do you know how much shit you can get away with in New York? I was in bars every night, the bartenders knew I was 18, and they still offered me alcohol.
Wow.
Aside from that, I had an amazing trip! We saw three shows on Broadway, ate at Sardi's and Balthazar, and got to go backstage for one of the shows. Most of the time, I was hanging out with the musicians from Jersey Boys (which is how we got backstage), but I did meet two very interesting people in a bar called 'Chealsea's Grill'. Michael Lanning and his wife Maureen. They were amazing. Michael is one of the singers in the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and Maureen is an actress on Broadway and on TV. Maureen and I shared a lot of common interests, such as the amazingness of Avenue Q (which I coerced Markie into taking me to) and the love of Law & Order: SVU. She was actually called in to be a dead body on SVU, but she wasn't pale enough. LOL.
New York was fun, but I wish Lucy and Teresa had been with me. It would've been even MORE amazing if they'd been there. I would have done all the shopping stuff and all the fangirling stuff. :(
Someday. Maybe.
RENO!
My team won our division! The LOWEST division! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
XDXD
We played 4 days out of 5 and the first 3 days we were 1 and 2 consistently. On the last day, we won all three matches! 3 and 0!
If that made no sense, this is basically what I just said:
Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday we played three matches each day. Out of those three matches, we only won one of them.
So, yeah, my high school volleyball career is officially over. I nearly cried when I said it out loud. These past five years have been so amazing. I've met some amazing people and made some very good friends.
This year was the best, though. It started out a little rocky, but by the time we got back to San Diego, we were all hugging and laughing and making plans to get together during the last 6 weeks of summer.
I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but I'm writing a story based on my blog ramblings/real-life experiences. The fourth chapter happened to be open when I booted up my laptop in Reno's airport and Laura asked what it was. I told her it was a story I was writing and the next thing I knew, it was like pre-school all over again. Laura had my laptop in her lap and she was sitting on the floor with the team surrounding her and listening to her read. It was better than getting reviews on fictionpress. I could actually SEE their reactions and HEAR their laughter and 'aww's. It was amazing. Lindsay even said that her favorite part was the 'in my pants' part. MY favorite part happened just after that, but...you know. :P
I think that's all I have to say about NY and Reno. Both trips were amazing and fun and unforgettable.
Now onto college! Yayyyyy!
When I got home, I had a huge packet of info from Etown, including all my email and ECWeb log-in stuff. I finally got my roommate survey done AND my email account set up AND my facebook network page updated. Not to mention, I almost have my ID number memorized. Haha.
I had to email one of my professors and he sent me back a survey to complete. But I got distracted by facebook about an hour ago and now I'm writing this instead of the survey.
Whoops.
I'll finish it before I go to bed tonight. Haha.
So, I counted how many days there are until I move. Not counting today, I have 35 days left. Which means I REALLY need to start packing. lol. I procrastinate way too much. Teresa's already done with packing. Mostly.
Ugh.
That's it for today. I'm a little scattered 'cause I'm tired (still recovering from a week of volleyball). Sorry.
I'm off to pack/finish the survey/goof off on facebook/memorize my ID number! Love ya!
<3
Wow.
Aside from that, I had an amazing trip! We saw three shows on Broadway, ate at Sardi's and Balthazar, and got to go backstage for one of the shows. Most of the time, I was hanging out with the musicians from Jersey Boys (which is how we got backstage), but I did meet two very interesting people in a bar called 'Chealsea's Grill'. Michael Lanning and his wife Maureen. They were amazing. Michael is one of the singers in the Trans-Siberian Orchestra and Maureen is an actress on Broadway and on TV. Maureen and I shared a lot of common interests, such as the amazingness of Avenue Q (which I coerced Markie into taking me to) and the love of Law & Order: SVU. She was actually called in to be a dead body on SVU, but she wasn't pale enough. LOL.
New York was fun, but I wish Lucy and Teresa had been with me. It would've been even MORE amazing if they'd been there. I would have done all the shopping stuff and all the fangirling stuff. :(
Someday. Maybe.
RENO!
My team won our division! The LOWEST division! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
XDXD
We played 4 days out of 5 and the first 3 days we were 1 and 2 consistently. On the last day, we won all three matches! 3 and 0!
If that made no sense, this is basically what I just said:
Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday we played three matches each day. Out of those three matches, we only won one of them.
So, yeah, my high school volleyball career is officially over. I nearly cried when I said it out loud. These past five years have been so amazing. I've met some amazing people and made some very good friends.
This year was the best, though. It started out a little rocky, but by the time we got back to San Diego, we were all hugging and laughing and making plans to get together during the last 6 weeks of summer.
I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but I'm writing a story based on my blog ramblings/real-life experiences. The fourth chapter happened to be open when I booted up my laptop in Reno's airport and Laura asked what it was. I told her it was a story I was writing and the next thing I knew, it was like pre-school all over again. Laura had my laptop in her lap and she was sitting on the floor with the team surrounding her and listening to her read. It was better than getting reviews on fictionpress. I could actually SEE their reactions and HEAR their laughter and 'aww's. It was amazing. Lindsay even said that her favorite part was the 'in my pants' part. MY favorite part happened just after that, but...you know. :P
I think that's all I have to say about NY and Reno. Both trips were amazing and fun and unforgettable.
Now onto college! Yayyyyy!
When I got home, I had a huge packet of info from Etown, including all my email and ECWeb log-in stuff. I finally got my roommate survey done AND my email account set up AND my facebook network page updated. Not to mention, I almost have my ID number memorized. Haha.
I had to email one of my professors and he sent me back a survey to complete. But I got distracted by facebook about an hour ago and now I'm writing this instead of the survey.
Whoops.
I'll finish it before I go to bed tonight. Haha.
So, I counted how many days there are until I move. Not counting today, I have 35 days left. Which means I REALLY need to start packing. lol. I procrastinate way too much. Teresa's already done with packing. Mostly.
Ugh.
That's it for today. I'm a little scattered 'cause I'm tired (still recovering from a week of volleyball). Sorry.
I'm off to pack/finish the survey/goof off on facebook/memorize my ID number! Love ya!
<3
Monday, June 16, 2008
Where I Stand On Fairytales
Coco said my unplanned moment was like a fairytale.
And I suppose it would have been had it not been so bittersweet. I wish I could have a hell of a lot more unplanned moments like that. But after July, I can't.
Which is why it's not exactly a fairytale.
At least, it's not one I've ever heard of.
In fact, it's kind of like Grimm got bored at the end of my fairytale and decided to fuck me over.
Fucking Cinderella got to move into the fucking castle with her prince. I get to move 3000 miles away.
Fuck my life. (LOL--Superbad reference!)
<3 Kare
And I suppose it would have been had it not been so bittersweet. I wish I could have a hell of a lot more unplanned moments like that. But after July, I can't.
Which is why it's not exactly a fairytale.
At least, it's not one I've ever heard of.
In fact, it's kind of like Grimm got bored at the end of my fairytale and decided to fuck me over.
Fucking Cinderella got to move into the fucking castle with her prince. I get to move 3000 miles away.
Fuck my life. (LOL--Superbad reference!)
<3 Kare
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Spinning Stars on my Fingernails
Last night was incredible. Or, well, I guess it was this morning, haha. It's all thanks to Lucy for talking him into it. Lucy, you have no fucking idea how grateful I am that you did that. Seriously, I was going to go on with my life without ever knowing if it was one-sided or not. And now I know it's not and it feels like...like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
I've held onto this love for him for three years and it's finally been justified. It hasn't just been me feeling these things. He's been feeling them, too. He even told me that he's never felt the way he does around me with anyone else. And he and I are just so connected. We talked for about 45 minutes early this morning (around 12:15 AM) and he said everything that I've been thinking. We can't be together because we want more than just two months together. We're not going to tie each other down because that just wouldn't be right. We're not going to keep a long-distance relationship because that's just not how we work. It's all bad timing (notice how he used the same terminology as me).
But you know what's amazing? We spilled our hearts out to each other and nothing changed between us. We were still best friends. We're still able to laugh and make sexual suggestions without it being awkward. At all. And we can be open about our attraction for each other now, which makes it a lot easier to joke and flirt with him. I love that. I really, really do. Because if I had lost my best friend because of this, I would have been crushed.
He told me, however, that if/when I come back to CA, and if we're both single, we can try it. If there's still something there, he wants to see if what we have can take us to places we've never been before. And hopefully that same chemistry will be there in four years. And hopefully we'll reach a place called love. That love every girl dreams about. That love every musical artist sings about. I think we could have that some day and I'm going to hold onto that.
But you want the juicy details, right? Not just some description of the emotional roller coaster
I went on this morning. :P
We finished talking about everything and he walked me to the door. My mom was awake (and on facebook, no less), so she let us in and we talked for a while about facebook and how I'm not going to add her until I'm safely across the country. Then Matt and I tried to figure out a day we could hang out on and that led to discussion of how the entire month of August is booked for him. He said he was taking a philosophy course and I told him to call me (as long as it's late at night) for help because I'm very thoughtful and philosophical when I'm half asleep.
Generally what went down after I said that:
"Really? You're philosophical when you're tired? Tell me, what are you thinking? What are you feeling? In your mind?...In your nose...?"
I grinned and asked, "In my pants?"
He burst out laughing, pulled me outside onto the front step, said, "I love you," and kissed me.
To be honest, I was a little distracted during this kiss. You see, I've never actually kissed someone with facial hair before. It's...distracting. Like, I thought it was going to scratch my face off, but then I thought that was absurd and decided I could get used to it. And by the time I was done thinking about that, he was pulling away and saying good night. So I didn't even really get to enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it. But his stubble caught me off guard.
I feel the strangest need to laugh out loud right now.
I'm so fucking ridiculous.
Have an absolutely fucking amazing day!!!!!!! <3<3<3
I've held onto this love for him for three years and it's finally been justified. It hasn't just been me feeling these things. He's been feeling them, too. He even told me that he's never felt the way he does around me with anyone else. And he and I are just so connected. We talked for about 45 minutes early this morning (around 12:15 AM) and he said everything that I've been thinking. We can't be together because we want more than just two months together. We're not going to tie each other down because that just wouldn't be right. We're not going to keep a long-distance relationship because that's just not how we work. It's all bad timing (notice how he used the same terminology as me).
But you know what's amazing? We spilled our hearts out to each other and nothing changed between us. We were still best friends. We're still able to laugh and make sexual suggestions without it being awkward. At all. And we can be open about our attraction for each other now, which makes it a lot easier to joke and flirt with him. I love that. I really, really do. Because if I had lost my best friend because of this, I would have been crushed.
He told me, however, that if/when I come back to CA, and if we're both single, we can try it. If there's still something there, he wants to see if what we have can take us to places we've never been before. And hopefully that same chemistry will be there in four years. And hopefully we'll reach a place called love. That love every girl dreams about. That love every musical artist sings about. I think we could have that some day and I'm going to hold onto that.
But you want the juicy details, right? Not just some description of the emotional roller coaster
I went on this morning. :P
We finished talking about everything and he walked me to the door. My mom was awake (and on facebook, no less), so she let us in and we talked for a while about facebook and how I'm not going to add her until I'm safely across the country. Then Matt and I tried to figure out a day we could hang out on and that led to discussion of how the entire month of August is booked for him. He said he was taking a philosophy course and I told him to call me (as long as it's late at night) for help because I'm very thoughtful and philosophical when I'm half asleep.
Generally what went down after I said that:
"Really? You're philosophical when you're tired? Tell me, what are you thinking? What are you feeling? In your mind?...In your nose...?"
I grinned and asked, "In my pants?"
He burst out laughing, pulled me outside onto the front step, said, "I love you," and kissed me.
To be honest, I was a little distracted during this kiss. You see, I've never actually kissed someone with facial hair before. It's...distracting. Like, I thought it was going to scratch my face off, but then I thought that was absurd and decided I could get used to it. And by the time I was done thinking about that, he was pulling away and saying good night. So I didn't even really get to enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it. But his stubble caught me off guard.
I feel the strangest need to laugh out loud right now.
I'm so fucking ridiculous.
Have an absolutely fucking amazing day!!!!!!! <3<3<3
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Karaline is irrevocably, unashamedly
In love.
And it hurts because I'm leaving in August for the opposite side of the country. He's absolutely perfect for me, but I can't have him because I'm leaving and it would be cruel to try and start something now. And I want to tell him. I want to tell him that I've been in love with him for years, but if I tell him, I'll also have to tell him how much it hurts me to not be able to take our relationship to a more intimate level. I would like to ask him to wait 4 years for me. That's all I need. Four years. But I can't. I can't tie him down like that. I can't tie myself down. I may meet someone in college and end up falling in love with them. But I'll never forget my first love. The love I could never expand upon. My secret, burning passion.
I just started crying and I'm not sure why. But I nearly cried earlier. We danced every slow dance (except one) and all of them had the same message: "I'm so in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side." And it hit me that I can't spend the rest of my life with him at my side because I'm moving away. He'll find a new girl, or maybe a few more. He'll fall in love with one of them, and I'll watch their wedding, wishing it was me in that white dress, standing beside him and feeling so full of love and joy and amazingness. I'll cry then, too. I'll say I always cry at weddings so no one knows the truth.
Bad timing. Everything is based on bad timing. And maybe God's telling me something. Maybe I'll come back from PA with my bachelors degree and he'll bump into me at the airport and just...blurt it out. Because I know he feels the same. I KNOW it. He's proven it so many times that he loves me, too, but...I don't think he knows he does. Or maybe he does and he's feeling the same as I am and trying to date other people because he can't have me. Maybe that's why all his relationships die like mine do.
I'm not a big believer in fate, but I think he and I are supposed to be together. I think we could have that fairytale romance that every girl wishes for.
Maybe in four years.
God, I wish...things were different. I wish I could just say...
Matt, I love you. I always have. "I don't know how you do what you do. I'm so in love with you. It just keeps getting better. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Forever and ever. Every little thing that you do...baby, I'm amazed by you."
And it hurts because I'm leaving in August for the opposite side of the country. He's absolutely perfect for me, but I can't have him because I'm leaving and it would be cruel to try and start something now. And I want to tell him. I want to tell him that I've been in love with him for years, but if I tell him, I'll also have to tell him how much it hurts me to not be able to take our relationship to a more intimate level. I would like to ask him to wait 4 years for me. That's all I need. Four years. But I can't. I can't tie him down like that. I can't tie myself down. I may meet someone in college and end up falling in love with them. But I'll never forget my first love. The love I could never expand upon. My secret, burning passion.
I just started crying and I'm not sure why. But I nearly cried earlier. We danced every slow dance (except one) and all of them had the same message: "I'm so in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side." And it hit me that I can't spend the rest of my life with him at my side because I'm moving away. He'll find a new girl, or maybe a few more. He'll fall in love with one of them, and I'll watch their wedding, wishing it was me in that white dress, standing beside him and feeling so full of love and joy and amazingness. I'll cry then, too. I'll say I always cry at weddings so no one knows the truth.
Bad timing. Everything is based on bad timing. And maybe God's telling me something. Maybe I'll come back from PA with my bachelors degree and he'll bump into me at the airport and just...blurt it out. Because I know he feels the same. I KNOW it. He's proven it so many times that he loves me, too, but...I don't think he knows he does. Or maybe he does and he's feeling the same as I am and trying to date other people because he can't have me. Maybe that's why all his relationships die like mine do.
I'm not a big believer in fate, but I think he and I are supposed to be together. I think we could have that fairytale romance that every girl wishes for.
Maybe in four years.
God, I wish...things were different. I wish I could just say...
Matt, I love you. I always have. "I don't know how you do what you do. I'm so in love with you. It just keeps getting better. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Forever and ever. Every little thing that you do...baby, I'm amazed by you."
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