Self Indulgence: One Year

Our romance began, as all great love stories do, at a frat party.
There was a boy. There was a girl. There was a beer.
She handed him the beer, offering, “I don’t want this. Would you like it?”
More romantic words have never been spoken. It was obvious from that moment that they were destined to be together, and partygoers stopped to taste the flavor of a missed chance, unmissed. A might-have-been, being.
They might have thought they were just tasting Natural Light. We know better.


4 Responses

  1. Aaaa so cute! Love the story and the picture! šŸ™‚

  2. Hee hee. Congrats! Lovely prose and picture!

  3. AWW.

    Happy anniversary!

  4. I’m a bit behind on comments/blogs — but happy belated anniversary and great photo! šŸ™‚

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