X : I thought our story was epic, you know? You and me.
Y : Epic how?
X : Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed, epic. But summer's almost here. And we won't see each other at all. Then you'll leave town then...it's over.
Y : X...
X : I'm sorry. About last summer. You know, if I could do it over...
Y : Come on. Ruined lives, bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?
X : No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.