The Moon, April 22, 1972.
21:48// Okay, I admit it, like this moon landing, this whole love spiel has been an elaborate ruse. My real goal is to convince you to marry me so I can spend years of my life making you miserable, because I really enjoy that so much. I love you spaceman.
21:52// You know dear, loving me doesn’t mean you ‘lose’. I love you.