In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity.

“I didn’t even ask where you’re going.”

“London,” she says, and he laughs.

OMG, alam ko na what he's studying! Kaya he won't tell Hadley! It's The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight! Oh well, duh.

“Not everyone makes it fifty-two years, and if you do, it doesn’t matter that you once stood in front of all those people and said that you would. The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.”

He laughs. “Marriage: for when everything sucks.”

“Seriously,” Hadley insists. “How else do you know that it means something? Unless someone’s there to hold your hand during the bad times?”

“So that’s it?” Oliver says. “No wedding, no marriage, just someone there to hold your hand when things are rough?”

“That’s it,” she says with a nod.

Oliver shakes his head in wonder. “Whose wedding is this?




"What if he doesn’t come back?”

“Some things do, some things don’t,” he said, reaching over to tweak her nose. “I’ll always come back to you anyway.”

“You don’t light up,” Hadley pointed out, but Dad only smiled.

“I do when I’m with you.”

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight - Jennifer E. Smith