“High and Tight”

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He’s in the military. It was about a week before he was set to deploy, I was with him for a long weekend on post. I had told him I loved him long before that and the weekend was filled with all sorts of wonderful moments, but I remember doing nothing on this day. Nothing except going to the barber shop to get his hair trimmed. As we waited, he held my hand and a tired calm washed over me. When it was finally his turn, I watched the lady carefully to see how she did it. He made faces at me the entire time. I realized then that I wanted to learn to cut his hair for him someday, and I wanted to do it for the rest of my life. Silly faces and all.


Postscript: The deployment came and went, feels like we’ve been through hell and back. It was rocky…and now he’s being stationed someplace else. We may or may not get married. I consider him the love of my life either way…and I still want someone to show me how to buzzcut a “high and tight.”

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“A long time coming”

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It had been two years of hidden feelings and flirty games since he confessed his feelings for me. We remained friends, just friends, until one visit when he kissed me before boarding a bus to go home. Two months later I went to visit him, the first time it would be us together this way. It was perfect, falling asleep in a pillow fort, strolling hand-in-hand through the zoo. Laying on his chest, I could feel the words welling up. I looked at him, he smiled and said “What?” And then it just came out, “I’m in love with you.” His smile widened, “I’m so in love with you.”


Postscript: We’ve been dating since then and it’s only getting better.

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“Charlie Brown”

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I was Charlie Brown and she was the Little Redhead Girl on the side of the football field.


Postscript: We were too young, and the relationship never matured — another thing in common with Charlie Brown. Oh good grief.

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“That was that”

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We were laying on my bed, my head on his chest, when he said he had something important to tell me. When I sat up, I knew exactly what he was going to say, so I said “Me too.” We smiled at each other and that was that.


Postscript: He loved his job more, and gave up on “us” when I told him he was losing me two years later.

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“Bloody lip”

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Our relationship started after we both had suffered serious breakups. I woke up one morning to an emailed picture of her swollen and bloody lip, sent from her mobile phone. She had gone out the night before. Turns out she had seen her ex at a bar, and he kissed her, and she kissed him back. Afterward she felt awful, she made the friend she was with punch her in the face. It is the most bizarre gesture of remorse I think I’ll ever witness.


Postscript: It’s now months later and the right side of her lip is still sort of puffy, if you know where to look. It’s her birthday and we’re moving in together.

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I woke up with a guy that I had just started dating and he randomly blurted out that I was as beautiful and unique as a snowflake.


Postscript: Despite feeling that way, he didn’t want a relationship, so the snowflake melted.

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“My diary”

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Six months into dating him, I caught him reading my diary. He had discovered that before dating him, I had been with a married man. We argued for five hours straight, but when we both realized neither one was leaving nor giving up, we knew we were in it for the long haul.

—Professor Mary

Postscript: We’ve been married for nine years, we have three kids and couldn’t be happier, although neither one keeps a journal.

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