its very late... or early. friday the eleventh, its seems like just yesterday this all began. the ice berg shrinks with every passing moment, but there will always be more, there will always be something there to test us, everything is a test and so far we are passing. this reationship has been through its fair share, yet all is well on the inside. the rest of the world, those peeple who judge us, and turn us against each other, in there own time shall pay. if not by my hand, then by the hand of fate, the same one that brought us together, the same one that gave us tonight,