Blurb: Since it was the holiday season, you and your boyfriend Mikey decided to build gingerbread houses! Michael made everything a competition, so you two each made your own and âthe winner kisses the loser,â Mikey said. After an hour or so, the kitchen table was covered with sprinkles and frosting. It was time to present to each other your houses. You went first. âSo mine is obviously better because thereâs Christmas lights, a pathway leading to the front door, a swimming pool of icing, and some nice licorice windows..â you went on to explain. Michael just looked at it and shrugged, âHmm, itâs nice and detailed, but I think mineâs better,â he said bringing his out and showing you. âHowâs yours better? Itâs messy and sloppy,â you said, thinking for sure you had won. âYeah, but your house is just any other house, mine is our house. Like in the future. See, youâre there, thatâs me, and our two kids playing in the snow.â Michael said. âYou win,â you said to him, your eyes tearing up.Â