So I'm sitting here laughing, proper out loud laughing, at the fact the entire experience of being a Tiva shipper was grabbing onto little looks between them, or unpacking subtext in conversations or screaming-crying-falling down when they, heaven forbid, made any bodily contact (remember the hug? the dance? the hand hold (nightmare in bed and car)? the olive grove? the tarmac kiss? Literally so few that I can list them here, yet they sustained us), got confirmation that they had hooked up (and procreated), that they're both alive, that they are probably (maybe?) together in Paris...and now we're getting 10 episodes of JUST THEM!!!
It's not just me right??? This is next level of the very highest level of beyond anything we ever had as shippers in the heyday and certainly beyond anything I ever imagined we might get.
And I find it absolutely truly, mind-bogglingly, astonishingly hilarious. Maybe good things really do come to those who wait?
Do you ever think about soul mates?
They were on Decca, right? Big hit mid-'70s. Sort of a disco thing. Sing a few bars, I'll get it.
You'll never get it.