He Chose Her, So I Choose Me.
And when she smiled—those two dimples at the corners of her mouth—something about it disarmed me completely.
At the time, I'd been drifting through the aftermath of heartbreak for over a year. Denise had left me, and though I'd only barely stepped out from under that shadow, I couldn't bring myself to turn down my family's well-meaning arrangements. So I went, half-heartedly, just to go through the motions, to give them an answer.
But the moment I saw Becca, all that went out the window.
She was warm, quick to laugh, and behind her bright, clear eyes seemed to shimmer a thousand hidden stars. She liked to read what I read. She watched the same obscure films I loved. She craved my favorite di