𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆)
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆 (𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈)
𝑶𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔)
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆)
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐.
𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒚: "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆"
𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 5 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅
𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖