Literature
babble
Honestly, she thought, stroking the cat's fur as it purred happily before her - honestly, I just don't understand him. At all. Not one whit. He's a goof, a blasphemer of seriousness, a complete eight ball. Not like the others who came before him. So why was she so stupidly - as dumb as his jokes - in love with him?
The cat stretched and yawned, and she yawned in return. Perhaps it didn't matter. Perhaps, for once, it didn't need to make sense. Perhaps she needed some wild cards in her life. An anomaly. She pondered this. Maybe that was the trick to make it stick.
Suddenly, it made perfect sense.