As I've been reviewing in my mind the events of the Warlock/Witch courtship, I've again come to the conclusion that there really is no logic in love; it really is 90% happenstance, or divine jimmyrigging.. I even had a moment, after thinking about everything that the Warlock and I have put each other through, that we must have been insane to marry each other. Unable to continue our story, I looked at the Warlock one evening, and said, "We've had more good times than bad, right?" The look he gave me was not unlike this.
So here's where things get wonderful...and rocky. If you want a perfect romance with endearing characters with minor flaws that fall completely head over heels and stay that way forever and never say an unkind word or do a stupid thing to each other, go read a different story, 'cuz this ain't it.

So, after being friends for quite awhile, I totally and accidentally fell in love with the Warlock. We had somehow separated from our large group of friends and rather than going to the cafeteria for dinner, we decided to walk to the Galaxy diner and then catch a movie at the dollar movie theater. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment of my slip, but I believe it was somewhere between balloon hats in the diner and the middle of Golden Eye, before the Warlock put his strong arm over my shoulders. After that, for the next three weeks, we were seen together, hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder at all times.

I'm not sure why the Warlock did this, but throughout our friendship, and during the time that we were dating, he traveled back to his hometown a lot. I met old girlfriends, saw his old hangouts, and even spent time with his extended family. I believe it took the Warlock 5 years longer than I to learn about me, my family, my past. I'm making myself sound mysterious, but I didn't feel mysterious, and the truth was, that at that time, I just didn't feel atypical. As I've gotten older, though, I realize that life is really lived in the details and in small moments.

One day, the Warlock and I were lounging around in the Morris Center. We decided to get up and go get something accomplished, but first the Warlock needed to check his mail. He checked his mail and was bummed by what he found there--a parking ticket, an expensive parking ticket, $35. That was a lot of money to me back then. When you get paid $5 an hour... I was shocked by his irresponsibility. I began to feel upset and then paused. "Why should I feel upset by his parking ticket?" I thought to myself. And then, in my head, "You're going to marry him." And I said, "No way." I really was not interested in being eternally bonded to an intentional and careless rule-breaker.

Later that week one of the Warlock's old girlfriends came down to check out our college campus. It just happened to be the night of our ward social. The whole night he spent hanging out with his old girlfriend at our ward social. Now everyone knew that we were supposed to be "together," so when I got back to my dorm, my friends wanted to know how I was going to respond to that kind of treatment. I still really liked the Warlock, but it all seemed so pointless anyway. He'd be leaving on a mission in the fall, I'd be returning home for the summer to work at Rock Hand Hardware. And while there would be no dating this summer, I didn't need to be attached to him like that. I was quite certain that we could be just friends. And I was quite certain that friends were all we should be forever.

And so we walked to a park. I told him how pointless it all seemed, and set him free. He remarked that this was the most amiable break-up ever. So it would seem.