I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
Being married someday is going to be so cool. like you get to come home to your best friend every single day and just do life together.
You fucking work five days to enjoy two. I don’t know if you gamble, but them’s shit odds.