“No butts, no regrets, AB!”

“Not on your life, sweetheart, you're mine forbthe weekend. You just said so yourself. Don't worry, i will send through a message in your behalf.”

“There, you are officially mine for the next forty-eight hours.”

“Try anything like that again and that cute arse of yours will be the same colour your face is right now.”

“Either way, what has happened, has happened, what will be, will be. I just don't know how it will end, or whether i will survive the journey.”

“Please. Alex, i'm begging you...forty-eight hours? Tell me you'll stay.”

“There I am in my younger days, star gazingPainting picture perfect mapsOf how my life and love would beNot counting the unmarked paths of misdirectionMy compass, faith in love's perfectionI missed ten million miles I should have seen.”