I would like to propose a toast in honor of the fact that I never thought I would be having hopeless crushes on anyone ever again. While I am not the most beautiful or interesting girl in the world, I have had no problem with this in a long time. Cheers for coming back, old friend.

Furthermore, I would like to thank the universe for putting me into a situation where I will be going to yet another dinner somewhere near Angel during which I will be downing wine, one glass after another, in hopes of my company getting better via intoxication.

Moreover, I should not forget to thank my lacking courage for not acting on my instincts before I had already lost the game.

I was so keen on playing that I forgot the rules.