Dear Aaron

put two and two together.

Memoirs of Geisha, Moulin Rouge

out of the blue

Aaron: Meant to tell you that you might as well throw away your pills now that I think about it.

Ruby: The doctor made sure to tell me three times that my birth control won’t be as effective while I’m on antibiotics.

Aaron: Did you tell him we’d planned on you not taking them anymore after your next period?

“Never see you again? I couldn’t forget you in a hundred years if I tried, Ru. And nothing would get me to try. Not a single thing. Everything happens for a reason, remember?”

“I love you, stalker. Time. Distance. Nothing is going to change that. We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

“I love you, Rubes, and I know you love me too,” he whispered. “You’re the one who told me a few thousand miles wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of life, remember?”

“I love you too, Ruby Cube. You know that.”

“Maybe this is the wrong time, but I don’t care. I love you, stalker.”