When fate meets mate

It was a frigid feb night in a kitschy bar in yale,he asked to sit at my table though later he would insist that i made the first move. I was intrigued by his blue eyes. He thought i went to Harvard. All we had in common was that we'd both almost stayed home. We had been dragged out by our friends that evening,though we still never agree on anything except for the fact that sucked it up that night and came out with our friends

Our wild blue eyed daughter always stops us in our tracks reminding us that fate is just as fragile as our memory