She just couldn't find someone better. Someone who would not mess up the kitchen when cooking. Someone who would remember to check to ensure that the fridge door is closed.
She just cannot find someone better. Someone who cleans the house without being told. Someone who folds the laundry so she can rest. Someone who is thankful for her.
She just will not find someone better. She is at peace, knowing that there is someone to love them, always.
Everywhere he turns, he bumps into someone. There is a queue for the urinal. The ice-cream stand demands a 10 minute wait. Mint chocolate is usually sold out anyway. Waiting is the new black.
Most people have their mind-shares turned on in the canteen. Ever since filters were banned from social media, mind-shares have taken off. The compulsion to share has already been ingrained in the cerebellum. Lots of images of food, meetings after food, joy of lunching with friends. Who needs television anymore?
His colleague comes up to him, gestures above his head with his eyebrows, and says, "Tough game, huh?". Maybe Liverpool will win next season.
