“They” AND what they say, do NOT matter. No one really cares what they think they know.
Why they obsess over dead Neal…does not matter. They mean NOTHING in the scheme of ONCE things. They have NO control over anyone’s joy, even their own.
“They”. aren’t. important.
But boy howdy, those fabulous pretties sure are meaningful. My eyes are overflowing! Me likey the HOT leather dude’s face AND the struggling tortured soul, AND the snark and the wit, and the accent, and the loyalty, and the devotion, and the pain, and the heart and the angst and the deliciously romantic delivery of a splendid vocaulary and the aura and the guyliner and the eyes and the depth and the resilience and the courage, and the faults and the fine, oh so fine determination and conviction of his love…and the unshakable hope he has that he can be a better man, a deserving man, an honorable man. For Emma, but mostly for himself.
Thank yoooouuu (even though that one where Emma and Hook share an eye is kind of spooooky. HEH)
***Always in search of a good flock***