i 'd lived in the cold for so long , it 'd become a part of who i was , yet all it 'd taken was a silly little girl to burn cracks in my carefully designed control . but the love story was lacking . as i sit in my room later , her phrase plays over and over in my mind . `` he never said we had to go or stay forever . '' i dont even know what to say . as we cross the parlor though , i see something interesting , and pause next to the door-jam . 