" Am I on your page?" Jesse asked.Rosie knew Jesse liked her, loved her, maybe, but this was not about that." Yes," Rosie said, making eye contact with Jesse. " How could you not be on my page? ... (But) even though we are on the same page, we see the page differently," Rosie had continued, enjoying the moment, " my page -- which I admit you are on -- is not the page that you think you are on. You will never see the page the same as me. You cannot look through my eyes and see what I see. "