You know it's never going to last but you let it happen anyway. How long will this go on for? you ask yourself. You can't see him coming to your nursing home looking 45 when you're 98. That's assuming you'll get that far - which in your line of work is doubtful. You'll never have your happy ending. You'll never grow old together, counting the wrinkles. Yet you let it happen anyway. Why? Because you live in the moment? Because you live on the edge? Because you're too weak to say no? Everyone thinks it's a joke – well Owen thinks it's a joke. Everyone knows he's using you. Everyone thinks it won't last. Maybe it won't. Maybe it will. Maybe you'll be the last thing he thinks of when his moment finally comes. Maybe you'll reach 98 together. Maybe he'll have grey hair by then. So many maybes. So many lies you tell yourself. Maybe we'll get our forever, our happily ever after, our Disney moment. Maybe this is it. This is all you have. Now. This very moment. This very second. Better make the most of it. You might not have tomorrow.