“When you're on the other side of it," she says, "fifty-two years can seem like about fifty-two minutes.”

“And in August it will be fifty-two years together.”“Wow,” Oliver says. “That’s amazing.”“I wouldn’t call it amazing,” the woman says, blinking. “It’s easy when you find the right person.”

“Not everyone makes it fifty-two years, and if you do, it doesn't matter that you once stood in front of all those people and said that you would. The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.”

“I guess so,” she says, unable to keep the sigh out of her voice. “But not everyone keeps that promise.” She looks over toward the woman, still fastasleep. “Not everyone makes it fifty-two years, and if you do, it doesn’t matter that you once stood in front of all those people and said that youwould. The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.”

“I can't believe you're here," she says, her voice soft. "I can't believe you found me.""You found me first," he says, and when he leans to kiss her, it's slow and sweet and she knows that this will be the one she always remembers. Because while the other two kisses felt like endings, this one is unquestionably a beginning.”

“This house is about two dictionaries away from caving in,' she'd say, 'and you're buying duplicates?”

“She's four minutes late, which doesn't seem like all that much when you think about it's a commercial break, the period within classes, the time it takes to cook a microwave meal. Four minutes is nothing.”