Cada lágrima pesa un poco más, cada paso cuesta un poco más, cada vez veo menos, y poco a poco se adormecen las puntas de mis dedos.

TED: I’ve stopped believing. Not in some depressed I’m-gonna-cry-during-my-toast way. Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It’s just, everyday I think I believe a little less and a little less and a little less and that… sucks. What do I do about that, Scherbatsky?
ROBIN: You’re Ted Mosby. You start believing again.