"I write about sex, not love. What do I know
about love?" -Carrie
In a city as cynical as New York, is it still possible
to believe in love at first sight? Miranda's interior
decorator and her friend from London fall in love at
first sight -- and invite the girls to be part of their
wedding, much to their dismay.
Carrie's Poem
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was "I do"
- from HBO.com
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