You walked through the morning mist. Cold and alone. You're head ached. Your sisters were all getting married...all happy and in love. And then there was you and Darcy. He was everything to you. But a series of misunderstandings, bad luck and social awkwardness had made you reject his proposal last April. Still he lingered. He was everywhere you turned. And his blue eyes only grew softer when he looked at you. And then suddenly...your joined there in the chill of the morning. His hair is mussed, his shirt is unbuttoned a bit, his hands are cold and his eyes are huge and sweet. "You have bewitched me body and soul..." He whispers staring at you hopelessly. "And...I love...I love..." He stutters nervously and breathes deeply. "I love you..."