You're not exactly sure what got into you...

...but you're sorry. You didn't mean to get all heavy back there. You just can't help yourself sometimes. You're sleepless for Seattle. You know it's better not to talk about it, but you felt that after the abridged, 18-wheeler that is La-Historia-Du-Ex's you should probably throw in some background information on Sleepless-For-Seattle and The-Gemini.

Sleepless-For-Seattle is the one thing that kept you from murdering The-German-Whore-Ex. Back Then. During the last three or so months of your relationship with The-German-Whore-Ex, Sleepless-For-Seattle was your only friend. The only person, other than The-German-Whore-Ex, who you ever spoke to. Once you finally had enough of The-German-Whore-Ex you left and you and Sleepless-For-Seattle were closer than ever. Until The-Gemini.

The-Gemini reared his ugly heads the day before you were supposed to fly off to visit, and more than likely marry, Sleepless-For-Seattle. The-Gemini pulled some strange fabric (Felt?) over your eyes in the instant before you first spotted him and you ended up completely blowing any chance of ever having a trusting relationship with Sleepless-For-Seattle.

Worst. Day. Ever.

But you digress. Sleepless-For-Seattle would say something along the lines of: "Life is what you make it." or "Listen to me. I'm all frustratingly wise, and I still love you in spite of everything you've done because I see how amazing you could be." or "I love you."

You hate it when he says that. It may be truth, but it's still nothing you need to hear. Damnit.