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are written in the stars.

Don't worry.

Our Father in heaven...

Do you believe in soul mates?

I'm not sure.

I like it.

I like the idea.

That someone, somewhere

is made for you, forever.

That's how I felt at first with my ex.

Maybe not as strong as this time,

but still...

Looking back, I feel like a loser.

Actually...

the idea loses its strength,

its meaning.

If it's a soul mate...

it's not supposed to end, right?

It's not supposed to happen twice.

Romantic.

I guess.

What made you leave one soul mate

for the other?

You sound just like my dad.

Travel's good for kids,

and for couples too.

Your grandmother and I...

The stories behind these photos...

You can't imagine!

We don't want to imagine.

Be polite, little brat!

One year earlier

Angline?

Sorry.

- What is it?

- Be right back.

Will you say your blessing?

Well, we'll ask the Good Lord

to bless us.

To bless the new year

that's beginning.

Or what's left of it.

Because in my day,

the blessing was on January 1st,

not a month later.

May it brings us

health,

happiness,

and love.

In the name of the Father,

Son and Holy Spirit.

Happy New Year!

Short and sweet, this year!

Thanks, Gramps.

You cruising for a bruising?

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year my love!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, big ears!

Same to you, smelly poo!

- Do you do this every year?

- Yup.

Though not a soul here

goes to Mass or believes in God.

I think it's nice.

You think everything's nice.

Only because

I'm happy.

Happier than I've ever been.

I wonder why.

People are staring.

Let them envy us our happiness,

for once.

Whether they like it or not.

Know what I like about you?

The sense of peace.

The peace of mind,

knowing that I've found it.

That I can stop looking.

I've finally found someone

who feels love like I feel it,

who wants to believe in it

the way I do.

It's reassuring, isn't it?

That we're both

such romantics,

pathetically so. Completely so.

Listening to you

is giving me an erection.

You know what?

Something tells me that

even with no erection - because,

it'll hit us too,

in a couple of years, our desire

won't come as often,

or as strong...

I hope so,

'cause you're wearing me out.

I can't keep up this rhythm long.

Even with zero desire...

With or without libido...

with your coffee breath,

your habit of breaking things,

your hair clogging the tub drain...

I choose you. You're my last and only.

I don't want anyone else.

Marry me.

I want to take that vow with you.

To love you all my life.

I wasn't planning

to drop that on you here.

We don't have to tell anyone.

A small, intimate wedding,

just us two.

No church, no priest.

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