I had an epiphany.
I realized that a lifetime is the span of time I have to mostly spend with the people that I love.
And I realized that, as dire chance and fateful cockup would have it, here I am, mid-twenties, and without knowing it I'm gonna spend the rest of my adult life with a rather wonderful company.
And much as it grieves me to say it, it might be the people I love is, in fact, you.
It's a terrible, terrible mistake, ma'am, that you turn out to be the fucking love of my life.
And to be honest, despite all my complaining, we have had a wonderful life.