Hopeless romantic? Nah, not me. I can’t stand chick flicks. I don’t read chick lit. But I do believe in love. The kind that lasts forever. I guess that’s because I found mine already. But it’s hardly a fairytale. Well, maybe a modern-day one. It goes a little something like this:
David and I met in college at a paper we worked at together. He insulted me the first time I ever talked to him. I threw something at him. He’d ask me out every now and then. I’d always say no. One night, almost a year later, I kissed him on the back porch of our office. Later that night, I called and threatened to break his legs if he told anyone. Fast forward 12 years, we’re married with a kiddo. True love? You bet. Actually, he’s my best friend. And I don’t know what I’d do without him. So, while Cupid is aiming his arrows tonight, he can just skip over us. We’re a done deal. No arrows needed.
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