How I Met My Wife.
My heart stops.
My heart does the thing a heart does when a man has been saying I missed this and alive and good and I will be here at five and sleep and I do not know what it is yet but I am done lying about it and has not, in six weeks, said the thing that he is about to say, and is now saying it, in a car, on a side street, in Echo Park, on a Saturday, in the dark, in a way that is the entire thing.
My heart stops.