Why in the HELL I continue to torture myself with reading and watching Nicholas Sparks stories is beyond me. I have successfully avoided any such overly romantic bullsh*t for at least a couple months until last night when I watched 'The Lucky One'. (Stupid Redbox and your cheap rentals). I have already read the book (of course) but apparently that wasn't enough.
As I subjected myself to the wonders of predictable love I fell for a few tunes on the soundtrack along with (shamelessly) the blue eyed, overly-hunky, mysterious, manly, and compassionate, male character. Dammit.
You Got What I Need ~ Joshua Radin
What I Wouldn't Do - A Fine Frenzy