|Our first, tiny apartment. You called it our love nest.|
You told me that this was how you knew we were going to make it. You told me you would always remember how happy we were, living in a one bedroom apartment in a crap part of town, hardly making ends meet and eating the same cheap dinner every night. If we could be happy like this, you said, we'll always be happy.
If some drunk justice of the peace had stumbled into our room at that moment, I would've married you right then and there.