What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. As long as your last name does not spell trouble.

He kept me waiting but I hung on
I kept on loving him, but still he’s gone
Seven years later, my feelings still hadn’t died
But from foolish hopes, my eyes have dried
He’ll never show up again, day or night
I’m slowly giving up; I’m losing the fight
I decide that it’s time that I move on
Physically, anyway, from him I’ve withdrawn
Away from him I’ll slowly crawl
Even if it means that I’d lose it all.

He couldn’t pluck the stars from the sky.

He couldn’t give her the sun and the moon.

He couldn’t vow to be everything that she’ll ever need.

But if anything, he promised her he’d never let go.

One night, the person I hated the most in my neighborhood had a bad case of stupidity and accidentally locked himself out of his apartment. With no one coming to his aid, he ends up at my doorstep and I am forced to spend my Christmas eve with him. Who would have thought it could lead to the start of something good?

For my Secret Santa, violet!