you find forever wherever you are

[PM] Elsewhere in the estate, obviously. I’m not offering a slumber party here. Unless you really want to paint my nails and do my hair.

[PM]: The “estate”. I might be middle class, but that’s too up itself even for me.

Really? Milo’s the exception then or?

Despite how he might seem about almost every aspect of his life, he was surprisingly laid back when it came to wedding planning. If anything, it brought out my more neurotic side.

I guess so. I’m sure when I find someone I love that much, I’ll understand.

That’s the funny thing about love — it makes you understand things that once seemed foreign to you.

Everybody I know that has had a wedding talks about how much work it is for one day. I dread the day I may have to plan my own.

I think wedding planning is so persistent and constant right up until the big day, that complaining about how monumentous a task it is is about the only sense of relief you can get.

I remember when Jackie and I planned our wedding and even between the two of us, it was so much work for just one day. Many, many times we considered eloping.

As tempting as eloping is approximately 37 times a day, on average, i’m determined to give Cole the most memorable day he’s ever had.

Weddings sound like so much hard work. I’m not sure I could ever be involved in planning one.

You say that, but when you really love someone enough? It’s all worth it in the end.

[PM]: You expect me to believe that? You cheated and then you lied, that wasn’t a mistake Emi, that was a choice. 

[PM]: Baby, i’m sorry, please. All I can tell you is that i’m sorry, and that you’re the only man I want.

[PM]: Don’t .. with the pet names Emiliano. I don’t want to hear about how you only want me, when you’re fucking him. 

[PM]: It was a mistake, Cole.

[PM]: figure shit out with your ex. 

[PM]: There’s nothing to figure out. I’m not interested in my ex. I only want you, mi amor.

[PM]: You cheated, you lied, you let some kid fucking tell me, Emiliano. 

[PM]: I know, i’m sorry, i’m sorry I didn’t tell you before he did. Do you think you can forgive me?

[PM]: I refuse to be your consolation prize

[PM]: Baby, no, Jesus, that’s the last thing you are.

[PM]: You know it’s your fault, but we’re blaming Knox .. Theo, who’s next? because we seem to be blaming EVERYONE but you. 

You risked our entire relationship, and the only excuse you can come up with? It was just one fucked up mistake that happened in the moment, a fucking moment?

[PM]: I have no excuse. I can’t excuse what I did.

[PM]: You cheated and still you find a way to blame someone else. 

Do you still love him? is this WHY you insisted we move here? so you can rekindle whatever spark you have with your high school sweetheart? and I was what? .. along for the ride. 

[PM]: What? No, come on, of course I know it’s my fault, I just wish I hadn’t been so stupid as to let you find out from someone else.

Jesus, Cole, no, it’s not like that at all. I don’t love him, it was just one fucked up mistake that happened in a moment I fucking regret.

 Is it still our apartment?

[PM]: .. You just hadn’t yet, couldn’t find the right time before it made the rounds around the village?

I would hope so.

[PM]: I don’t really know when is a good time to bring this type of thing up, and Theo has such a big fucking mouth and I—... i’m sorry Cole, truly.

Where else would we do this? the middle of the alter? before or after our vowels?

[PM]: Does it matter, who did or didn’t tell me?

I don’t know, our apartment?

[PM]: I was going to tell you myself. I just... hadn’t yet.

Unless we’re caught out fucking our exes. 

Oh, okay, so we’re doing this here.

[PM]: Knox told you, didn’t he.