This Is Not Us

If I were to describe the kind of guy I expected to end up with — it would be Jake.

Photo by Etienne Boulanger on Unsplash

“Do you believe in fate?” Jake asks.

“No, I believe in choices,” I say.

Jake and I are sitting across from each other on his bed. The gray comforter is tucked neatly into the side of the mattress, only rumpled from the weight of our bodies. His…