I like this so much that I will probably cry if there is not more. I will cry 'encore!' and throw white roses at the internet -- maybe for days -- and it'll all be accompanied by a dirty mist. And the petals will have little brown bits on like kind-of-dead-but-still-liable-for-purchase. And I will not wear a wedding dress, but I will imagine that I am wearing a wedding dress. Himukalt 4eva.