I love you. You are the whole world to me, the moon and the stars and the constellations of outer space. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will languish. I will refuse my meals. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk.

this is a fallacy but i don't care. hahaha. comes from a cool site about fallacies. in other words, its a intellectual site. haha. back to work!