Everyone that has ever walked the face of the Earth has or has had a method of calming themselves. And everyone has that one activity, song, or item or something they utilize to calm down and clear their mind so they can do something historical (or hysterical).

Me, I have ramen. The mixture of flavors that warms the heart for only ten dollars for ten packs (I get about twenty-ish dollars to spend a week for a week of it).

And as I waited at the base of the clock tower that very next day, bowl of ramen (shrimp because this was serious) in hand, weilding my special romantic saying, and my backup romantic saying, I was ready for anything.

So I waited and waited. I finished my ramen before she got there. But when she did get there, it was like paradise on steroids.

According to her, she had worn ghe same outfit previously twice. But to me, it looked like she dropped from the heavens. Plus apple pie right out of the oven in hand.

   "So, James." she started.

   "Yes?" I asked, on the edge of my seat, wondering what gift she was going to bring into the world to hear.

   "You...love me?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Because no one has ever done that who isn't related. Are you the only one?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Because it's weird. To be loved but not to love back. Does that torment you?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "Oh, gosh, but why me? What makes me so special? What sets me apart? How am I different?"

   "You're you. That's what's different. You're funny, witty, beautiful, charming, confident, and many more things that words can only hope to describe."

   "You really feel that way?"

   "Lemme put it this way. If you live to be one hundred years old, I wish to live one hundred years minus one day, so I won't have to live another day without you." I'm pretty sure she blushed on that one.

   "R-r-really?"

   "Yes, really."

   "You absolutely think that?"

   "Yes, Katherine. Absolutely, positively, and totally."

   "Oh, James. You're so charming in your own special way."

   "That's what I was going for."

   "But there's one thing I've got to tell you."

   "What is it, Kat?"

   "It's...umm...hard to explain. Considering the circumstances."

   "How so?"

   "Well...would a graphical help?"

   "Did you just use the term 'graphical representation' correctly?"

   "I believe so. That's why I used it."

   "And you wonder why I love you."

   "James, stop, please."

   "Why? Complements too embarrassing?"

   "Yes. Now come on. I've go to show you a picture."

   "Where?"

   "Room three hundred six." she finished.