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“Fried Chicken and Love”


She took me to get one of the first Double Downs and still loved me after.


Postscript: We’re engaged

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“An Old Friend”

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Very soon after starting to date my husband, I suspected that we would marry. It’s not that the infatuation was more intense than in other relationships. It was just a sense of recognizing my husband, as if I were walking down the street and happened to run into an old friend.


Postscript: We have been married for 19 years.

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“Hot Chocolate”


We had become good friends in a month, bonded over a mutual tendency to take care of others. When he found out I was self-quarantined, sick, in my bedroom, he came down with a cup of the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted. He tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. He was the first guy who showed me I was worth being taken care of.


Postscript: It took us over a year after our friendship first formed to finally date officially. But I’ve loved him since that first cup of hot chocolate.

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“Xbox Kiss”


At age 17, I was sat between his legs and racing him on Xbox. After a race,  I tilted my head back and kissed him upside down, catching him by surprise. “I love you…and you should do that more often,” was the response I got.


Postscript: He won the race, and after numerous arguments and breakups, I realised that it was slowly crushing my heart. We broke up 6 months ago, had a “thing” two months after which I ended, and I’m still in love with him. I’m slowly getting there.

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I knew I was in love when my boyfriend lifted me up twirled me around and kissed me. I’ve been self conscious of my weight for so many years, battling early stages of eating disorders and constantly feeling worthless. For that moment I felt pure bliss. I felt weightless. I felt loved.


Postscript: He means the world to me, and I would do anything to keep him in my life.

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“Small Talk”


He wouldn’t leave me alone. Always asking me out, following me around, calling me “just to talk”. I had a hard time saying no. He was just too sweet. Somewhere down the road, I started liking him. Eventually, I was making the random calls. He became my best friend. Then one night, I kissed him and he put his arms around me. I felt safe. I never wanted him to let go. I realized I loved him back.


Postscript: That was almost six years ago. We’ve been married now for three years and have an 18 month old son.

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“Say It Again”


I realized we hadn’t said anything for about three minutes. We had just been standing in that kitchen, him leaning on the stove, me leaning on the counter opposite of him, two and a half months into our relationship. It hadn’t even been a particularly momentous day. But as I looked him in the eye, the words began to form autonomously. Then it happened. He said it. His words called up my words, and for twenty minutes we just stood in that kitchen saying over and over and back and forth, “I love you.”


Postscript: Two years later, we’ve just moved in together. We’ve both graduated from graduate school and are beginning to plan the rest of our life together.

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