He was dressed in a hoodie and basketball shorts. A simple look that never seemed to fail at bringing my soul joy. There was something about seeing him in that look that always took me back to being nineteen-year-old me, working in the school’s library, never once expecting to fall madly in love with him. This was his signature ‘pop up on you at the library’ look back when he’d spend hours with me while I was working. He’d pass the time by either studying, helping me shelve books, or just aggravating me. Over a decade later, and those moments still lived within me. It was why this divorce was
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