"Nnn. My dreams don't come with utility bills, double shifts on the weekends, or leaking showerheads that a certain boyfriend keeps forgetting to fix," she teased, letting her glass settle back to the table. "It's a wonderful reality, Jaime. I totally wouldn't trade it. Not even for Elena's world. This is us; that part I totally agree with you on."

"It's just hard to let her go. It feels a little like... like..." Hmm.