Star-Crossed

I was just sitting in the stands when the baseball broke my nose.

 The pitcher—the one who threw it—came to the hospital with me. He sent flowers the next day and visited me a week after that.

 The upshot?

We’re in love.

We married when we realized how much we had in common.

He’s jinxed and I’m the queen of freak accidents.

 I even got bit by an emu once.