As a wise woman once said...

I demand Big, Season Six.

Not Season One when things were just starting and great.

Not even Season Two when things were "different" but he wound up moving to Paris, anyways.

Season Six. Specifically, the very last episode.

I deserve it and demand it and refuse to settle for anything less...

than butterflies.

Carrie: "I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. "

Big: "It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one."

Carrie: ""Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."