I've always been big on happy endings. To me, the most romantic, beautiful love stories... were the ones where two people meet, fall in love... ...then 50, 60 years later one of them dies. A few days after, the other one dies... because they just can't live without each other. Not that that's such a happy ending. You got two dead people.
I've always felt no matter what we were going through no matter how painful things got if our feet found each other under the blankets even just the slightest connection it'd tell us we'd entered the demilitarized zone that we were gonna be okay, that we were still an "us."
We don't have a pea under our mattress. You know what we have? A fucking watermelon!