In Twenty Years

by Allison Winn Scotch

We were twenty-one. We were allowed to believe impossible things.

It feels like they’re fighting all the time now, just not out loud.

But she’s charming and sexy and beguiling and, goddamn it, she makes you want to work for it, so everyone does. If

Maybe that’s what a happy marriage is: forgiving small lapses in the face of the bigger picture.

The past is who you are. The future is what you do with that.

she’s always too busy chasing the carrot to contemplate whether or not she likes carrots to begin with. So