They met in the kitchen. They actually used to be neighbors in the fridge. Eggbert was located in the upper shelf. Eggbella was located in the lower shelf, but life, and more specifically an incredibly crowded and disorganized fridge kept them apart at first.
Then, one morning, destiny brought them together in the kitchen counter. At first, she was destined to become part of an omelette. While he was destined to become a scrambled egg.
Their encounter was brief. The exchange of glances was pure coincidence. Quick. And yet just on that first glace their insides felt like they were already emulsified into homemade mayonnaise.
You may be inclined to think that somehow love managed to save them… but the truth is… what really saved them this time was an oversized portion of strawberry pancakes and a bad case of stomach ache that made my brother abort the rest of his breakfast.
So, maybe life is really not fair. But the really important thing is that, somehow, it still finds a way to work out well in the end anyhow.