To be honest with myself, I never saw you coming. To be honest with you, I never saw me falling. I live in a shabby loft on 25056 Mystery Lane, and let me tell you that the street name is mostly what sold me on this place. If it weren't for that street name, and the old art gallery that needed loads of repairs, downstairs, I probably wouldn't have bought this place. And I probably wouldn't have met you. Which is kind of bittersweet because no matter how many times I tell myself that your out of my league, I can't help but fall for you. But you'll never notice me. Because no one ever does.