I dated my soul mate for a month before he dumped me and I met my wife. I don’t believe in stuff like soul mates,
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more loveHis garret had large windows overlooking the market. From his desk he viewed the green topped stalls with a radiant array of fresh fruit and
more loveAbout my tenth time around the rink, I accidentally bumped into the girl in my third period biology class, knocking her to the ice. “Sorry,”
more loveThe orange vase is placed on the left side of the table right next to the lavender candles that you’ve always loved. It hugs three
more loveOlivia awoke in the dimness before morning arrived, her sheets kicked off her bare legs again. Lines of light from a streetlamp filtered through the
more loveWe collect rocks at a state park along Lake Michigan. Mom lets us wander the stony beach after we meditate with her against the waves.
more loveWhen fireman451 steps inside and says, “Hello, Goldilocks,” I melt. His voice is as smoky as I imagined. I squint as he peels off his
more love*Note from the Editor: CW—This story contains allusions to terrorism, institutional violence and cultural references that may be controversial. This story is about love, not
more loveThe night before the first day of classes, I go back-to-school shopping at Target and purchase nineteen-cent notebooks in purple, red, and blue, seventy spiral-bound
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