I remember a specific moment three years ago that I shared with Livie. We relaxed on my roommate’s manufactured-for-hotels, red and yellow sofa and chair, our feet battling for room on the footstool. Neither one of us had met the supposed “men of our dreams.” But we talked about them. We dreamt about them. And we knew for whom we were looking.
All The Love
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