"I've never felt like I deserved her. I'm glad she wants me when she could have made so many other potential partners happy. But she was always out of my league. She laughed when I said that. Laughed when I wrote a song about it. She doesn't believe it. She thinks it's the other way around, and she always tried to correct me. It's got nothing to do with money or status. With her, none of that has ever been a thing. She made my world feel like a better place just for coming into it and letting me spend time with her. All my writing and music, it has been about a hundred times better than it ever was before I met her. It's never stopped feeling like I could get enough of her. I start each day thinking about her, and holding her is one of the first things I want to do every day. In a whole stadium of fans, she is the only one who can light up the room for me. I never, in a million fucking years, believed love like that existed. I knew all stereotypes and what needed to be in love songs, but then suddenly all the love songs made sense. Do you think I ever believed she would actually marry me? I didn't. Not for a minute. I hoped, and I wished it. But she has always seemed too good to be true for me. Maybe she was like an angel on timeshare, and I just... just never expected that to actually be a thing," Angel said, getting choked up again as he tried to talk things out here. He was trying to make sense of what was going on in his head. All the things he felt in his heart, but not even his wedding vows had enough capacity to hold it all.

He was coiled up with distress inside. He felt useless, and at a loss. All the money in the world, all the lavish gifts, the bells and whistles of stardom, landing in the celebrity pages or clothing, it couldn't buy Rosie's health. Angel could throw his entire fortune at the best doctors in the world, and it still couldn't stop this. It couldn't stop Rosie's pain, it couldn't stop the sick, cold feeling of dread inside his stomach that there was a chance Daisy might lose her mommy. "I can't do anything to help her. I can't do anything..." Maybe there were small logistical things he would do automatically. He would care for Daisy, he would do the laundry, he would go grocery shopping, he would take over all the things Rosie did as a wife and a mother, but all the things he wanted to be able to to do, he was completely useless for.