Titanium.

There are no words for how I feel at this moment. I've spent the last eight hours in the presence of someone who did not only offend me, but also took a swing at my self-esteem. And to think ladies, I was on a date with him. He had asked me. I suppose that a long walk up to Mesa Falls is not the way to go if you're looking to fool around. You're going to find out that I'm not that easy. That I would rather be friends. That I want to prepare for my mission and not have any distractions lessening my focus and personal worthiness. That I'm a "molly mormon." Though you've hurt my feelings, and have dumped me on the side of the road, I've decided that I'm alright. I'm bulletproof. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but in the end it's you I feel sorry for. While I know I will have my happily ever after one day, I'm not sure about you. You can call me Molly all you want, but it still won't change the fact that my love will be more genuine in the future then yours ever will. Good luck Bryce, I'm rooting for you.