She's never understood why I like to read books. "The last time I read a book," she says one night over the cover of a paperback, "I think it was 'cause someone paid me to."
The last time I cried after a happy ending, it was because the main character got the dream girl, and I cried hot, angry tears.
I hated happy endings for a while. I didn't realize how badly I needed one.
I kiss the top of her head, close the book, turn out the light.
"Don't you love happy endings?" I say.
She snorts. "Whatever, nerd."