Tokyo, I know that all lovers must, at some point, exit the honeymoon period and really come to terms with each other, flaws and all. I know. I understand that after almost two months of bliss you may have felt it was time to test my sincerity by showing me something ugly about yourself. And you know what, Tokyo, I'm up for it. Because I do love you. And I believe there's nothing you can show me that will change that.
BUT WHOA SERIOUSLY? DID IT HAVE TO CRAWL UP MY FUCKING NECK? WHILE I WAS LYING IN BED? WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY, TOKYO? REALLY? I MEAN REALLY?