it didn't have to be Paris...

i just wanted us to live again.

for years i thought we shared a secret...

that we would be wonderful in the world.

i didn't exactly know how, but just the possibility...

kept me hoping.

how pathetic is that?

to put all your hopes in a promise that was never made?

See, Frank knows...he knows what he wants. he's found his place.

He's just fine.

He was right; we were never special or destined or anything at all.