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  • Time passes in both slow motion and high speed when you're in love. We spent the remainder of the Summer learning about each other in every moment we could spare. He taught me how to drink wine, I taught him how to bake bread (he made beautiful, glistening, braided loaves that filled the apartment with a heavenly scent), we taught each other how to love. We were inseparable, despite working opposite retail shifts; crazy hours and varied days off. We visited each other on lunch breaks, making drives way out of the way just to spend a few minutes together. We couldn't bear to be apart, even for just an eight hour workday. I unofficially moved in after that first night together, it seemed to us that fate had brought us together, who were we to stand in the way? I told him he made me believe in soul-mates again, a feeling I hadn't given shelter to since high school. We celebrated month-iversaries and gave each other pet names, always a ridiculous animal rhyme or alliteration, it all began after I had called him the bee's knees. We became each others' hippo's hat, kitten's mittens, antelope's ankles, koala's kicks, and any other combination of silliness that we could imagine. We made each other mix CDs. He trained me how to be a better cyclist and I trained him how to be a stronger runner. We attended cultural events, wine fests, beer fests, concerts, and closed out our first Summer together feeling as high as two people can make each other feel. Magical Forever Love, we had called it; mocking couples who only imagined they knew love like this.

    I once described this picture as "the kind of picture I've always wanted to be in." It was (is) true.
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