If you had chosen to come to the street fair on Sunday, instead of Saturday, it wouldn’t have been me onstage as you rounded the corner with your mimosa.
Would you have fallen for someone else instead?
If you hadn’t taken a chance and asked me out;
if I hadn’t given you another chance, after a first date in which you were so nervous you could barely speak;
if you hadn’t taken TWO more chances after I broke it off — TWICE;
I’m sure I’d have a good life still, but I’d never have known this particular, surprising flavor of happiness.
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