The Matchmaker

by Catherine Walsh

“Is this a ‘would you still love me if I was a worm’ conversation?” he asks, and before I can even begin to react to the casual L word drop, he continues on. “Katie, you could tell me that your sole interest in life is snail migration, and I’d listen to every word you say so long as your eyes light up like that.”

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The thought of spending more mornings like this makes me unusually giddy. The thought of being domestic with him. Of knowing where he keeps his dishes and where he keeps his cups. Of what milk he likes to buy and how he takes his coffee or how burned he likes his toast.