I love you. I know the other night didn't mean for you what it did for me, but I haven't stopped thinking about it since it happened, and just not because it was great--which it was--but because it was right. It was so right, Lor, and you might not see that right now, but I do, and if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it, then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me. You're it for me, and I can't pretend to feel any less than I do, I....I just can't.