I decided to start each day by making Maria a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and I put it under the windshield wiper of her car. Why? I’m not quite sure. It was like I was sandwich-stalking her. Sometimes I would even put notes in the sandwiches. I know all this sounds crazy, but if you got to know me I bet you wouldn’t think so. Maria probably thought that I was weird. But weird can be safe too, and my love was a weird, safe love. Fortunately, Maria understood that for some of us—most of us—the language of love is laced with whimsy. It sometimes borders on the irrational. Like I’ve been
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