I always make this assumption when I am alone: If I didn't meet you that day; if I wasn't so absent-minded; if we could fall in love seriously; if, everything would be so logical. . . However, the assumption will never be true, because everything has already happened indelibly. So, are you willing to continue to fall in love with me after meeting the next me who is no longer perfect? I seem to hear you saying: "I do."