To my parents’ dismay and his parents’ delight, we’d moved in with each other within six weeks of meeting. We fought and every single time we did it, we ended it laughing like what we were fighting about was ridiculous because, mostly, it was. We were together for three years that felt like fifty-three, all of them blissfully happy. Then that time felt like three days the minute he walked away from me because I made him do it.
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