Category: Love
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Gift from a Stranger
Yesterday, I got on the elevator with a small, bespeckled woman carrying two large bouquets of roses. “What floor?” she asked. “Four, please.” “Ah,” she said. “Me, too.” I motioned to her flowers. “Those are gorgeous.” She nodded. “Where are you going?” My cheeks flushed. “Ah…therapy.” I gave her a sheepish grin. As the doors…
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Do I Have Anything in My Teeth?
Reason #1,457 I need my husband to come home: he would never let me leave a sandwich shop with basil in my teeth. When Tim first visited me in Seattle, I dragged him around the city because I wanted him to fall in love with it like I had. Pike Place Market was at the top…
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Last First Kiss
Eight years ago this week, Tim kissed me for the first time. It was a risk for us both: I asked him to be my date. He drove across two states. It could have been the most awkward weekend of our lives. He didn’t know my friend who was getting married. He didn’t know my parents,…
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Beach Therapy
Yesterday I skipped my weekly therapy session so I could sunbathe, swim, and belly laugh with family. We drank tropical drinks. We buried our toes in the sand. We took silly pictures. We shared smoothies and brownies and inside jokes. We stayed out until the sun went down on Waikiki. My heart and soul craved connection.…