If existence shuffles infinite realities between its clever hands, then in one world we are knitting our lives together as we move back and forth in the kitchen, trading tasks while dinner simmers on the stove. At times, I decide I was dealt an unlucky hand so that I can wallow in rage at the unjust nature of chance. It’s easier than wondering whether I could have played my cards right and won a lifetime supply of that gentle smile. At times, I swim in a flood of what-ifs until I’m drowning in my daydreams. But, in truth, if existence offered to deal me a new set of cards, I couldn’t risk the possibility of a life where I never met you at all.