" I kind of feel like making love to you,' she says. 'I mean I want to make up for all of that lost time.' She runs her fingers down my chest all sexy and shit.
I chuckle. 'There's no such thing as lost time, Jess. The only thing that is real is the present. Now is all we have—and even now is almost over. "

― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev