You make a million decisions that mean nothing, and then one day, you order take-out, and it changes your life.
It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they just meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.
Verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble.
I’m not looking for a mail-order bride! I just want somebody I can have a decent conversation with over dinner. Without it falling down into weepy tears over some movie!
I don’t want to be someone that you’re settling for. I don’t want to be someone that anyone settles for. Marriage is hard enough without bringing such low expectations into it, isn’t it?