I would never admit this to Mrs. K, but she was right. My Jonathan was right in front of me; I just wasn't looking close enough. That bumbling reporter I swore I'd never have to sit in front of bumbled right into my heart. The one person who could make me so mad and at the same time makes me want to kiss him. The guy who can't for the life of him say what he feels, tells me he loves me; and now I see it in everything he does for me. Every fight, every make up, every touch, and every look has become everything. The rings on my finger; the ring on his finger don't show that we're soul mates, but the vows we said when we placed them on each other's finger shows we are. I still can't stand him half the time, but I can't stand not being with him. I guess that's just how the story goes.