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  • I married my first love.

    It was the 9th grade when we first dated. It lasted a few months, and then we parted ways for several years. Occasionally we would end up sharing the same space for a time; we went with friends to the beach for new years. I even shared a room with his girlfriend of the moment.

    I moved away. Australia, China, Mongolia. I came home and moved to the mountains.

    Then it happened, I came to Greensboro for school. The third night living in this lonely city we were in the same place at the same time. I gave him my phone number and told him not to use it. He didn't listen.

    We're here four years later. Best friends. Married.

    Life isn't always easy. Lately I feel we tell each other it's going to be okay, we're going to be okay, as much as we say I love you.

    And it's true.

    We're going to be okay.
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