"Dylan Marie, I believe we can be something out of the story books, a romance people dream of having." He yells from across the street, a gleaming smile adorning his pale and freckled face. As far as cliche came, this was the topper on the cake. I was crying, it was raining, and he was confessing him love to me in the most cliche of ways. And I found myself letting it happen. "Oh, my dear Wesley," I speak up, placing my hands on his chest as he was now directly in front of me. "You are by far, the greatest thing that has ever happened to me." "As are you, love."