Here we are, in search of something probably undefinable yet strangely compelling enough to manifest our mutual destiny into this moment in time.

If the reason should turn out to be us, just imagine the possibilities.
Someday we may even find ourselves at the threshold of that unique and special hell reserved only for lovers, and engage in that intensely futile attempt to feel forever in a kiss, or hold on to eternity in an embrace, all the while knowing that in this mortal realm the acts themselves proclaim their finality.

Or, there's always skinny-skiing.

Coffee and ghost hunting. Ok, maybe not ghost hunting. Terror on a first date is not necessarily a good thing.