“You watch too many movies,” he said, playing with the almost empty cup in his hands. “I mean really, what would happen if the movie continued after the guy gets the girl in the end?” He paused, taking a moment to finish his coffee. “They would grow tired of each other is what happens, they would grow tired, they would get a divorce, split their possessions in half, fight over the children and end up in a retirement home with nothing to look back on but the train wreck that is their life.” He looked at her and than out of the window. It was raining. “They would wonder where they went wrong, they would wonder how they ended up with each other, how they ended up with a bunch of children who never visit them, how they died long before their heart stopped beating.” He moved a coaster up and down his fingers and wondered when they had turned into the kind of people who own things like coasters. He cleared his throat, indicating that the shit storm wasn’t over. “Because that is what happens you know, life isn’t a love song or a poem, people don’t belong to one specific other, dreams don’t come true, there is no such thing as destiny. Life is just one god damn unromantic fuck up after another.”