Another evening spent constrained to barren loneliness in my room, yet filled with an unequivocable contentment. She turns my blood to sweet rice wine. It pulsates through me, dissolving my fear, doubt, and angst, and replaces it with an indefatigable confidence and love for life.

I listen to Seven Nation Army, and all those memories of the summer I spent with Larkin lash themselves to my brain. What times we've had! I can't believe I've been in love with such a wonderful creature for six months. I have nothing else to say. It doesn't get much better than this. Only when Mrs.Durio dies will it be a utopia.