“I guess none of our lives turned out the way
We planned ’em to,” he said.
“They never do,” I said.
“The best we can hope for is a cold beer.”
She said that alcohol isn’t the answer.
She doesn’t know.
“None of the guys got married,”
He said. “Just never met anyone
I’d want to come home to every night.”
“She never met you,” I thought.
I didn’t say anything.