“You want to know why it didn’t work with any of these girls in college?” I swallow. Do I? Of course I do. After I nod, he brings a hand to my face and traces the shape of it with the tip of his index finger. Goosebumps form on my flesh, his touch so delicate yet so meaningful. “They weren’t you,” he declares simply, like this is a well-known fact. “What?” “They weren’t you, V. I didn’t realize it before, but once I was with them, I expected their hair to smell like your strawberry shampoo and their hugs to feel like yours and their laughter to sound like yours. I was looking for you in every
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