She nodded, letting her eyes drift back to the dance floor. “... The odds of two people being deeply in love with each other... just feels impossible."
Here’s to brothers who give you and your husband the best date nights in town, who bring pasta home from Italy in their backpacks, who are happy when they look at their kitchen sinks, and who will always have enough American bread and peanut butter and jelly on hand, just in case they get stuck ...
So, instead of continuing to piss and bemoan everyone else’s lack of vision, I decided to branch my ass out of the box I had for some reason agreed to self-perpetuate.