My mother always said if repeat something over and over and over again it loses its value. It takes about 10 "I'm Sorry's" to make me realize you were never really sorry and about 15 "I love yours" to make me question what love really is. I wake up every day doomed to repeat the same day over and over again praying one day I wont. That is until Rue Bennet shows up on my door step fresh out of rehab unknowingly changing the Projectory of my life.