By K each memory their own meal. he made pasta. he cooked only in roux. she stirred in music. he prepared a butter smelling home.
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Flame
The flames burn bright for at least a few weeks, never growing too large. It’s better this way. It stays vibrant through long nights and sunsets, a few too many and the hangovers the next morning. But it dims suddenly, an untimely demise. The cycle will start again, but thoughts of the old flame’s warmth will keep you from freezing in a bed that will always be just a little too big.
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Cheesy Love
By Shanice Lawton The first time I met you my heart stopped. You were warm and cheesy. The many layers you had were amazing. I knew then you were my true love. Pizza, I want you to know how much I love you and no food could replace you.
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Bubbles and Bumble
By DeAnna Roering Champagne flutes were filled to the top as girlfriends passed around their phones, swiping right or left for one another. Laughter, the oohs of interest, and shrieks of horror consumed most of the conversation. What started as a connection, made by a girlfriend who knew her best, turned into endless conversations and a first date. Months later he proposed, and she said yes! Lavish nuptials followed and the sound of pitter-patter became music to their ears.
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Imprint
By Paige Krichbaum It’s been a rough six months without you, Gus Gus. I’ve been building up the courage to give you a proper memorial, but it pains me to say goodbye. As I sit in this cold leather chair, I know I’ll never have to truly say those words. Tears trickling down my cheeks, I look down at the permanent paw print on my thigh, knowing there’s another one stitched upon my heart. Here’s to more adventures, baby boy.
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Tinder
By Zoe May I did what any sensible newly turned 18 person would do on their birthday; bought cigars and downloaded Tinder. It’s a rite of passage. Tinder is window shopping for love-sick narcissists and feeds my low self esteem. But I would never actually go out with someone from a dating app. I read the news and I will not be another headline.
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You’re Beautiful
By Joe Sarcone Here’s my story and I’m sticking to it. So, I would tell her, “You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, don’t ever change, don’t ever change!” And, in the end it came to an end. When we broke up, it was over something she said. She said, “Joe, I never want to see your face again.”
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Golden
By Sarah Bellville Initially, your presence was unexpected and unwelcome, but you looked at me through kind, anticipating eyes. Your loyal, friendly, and obedient demeanor embodied the golden color of your coat. Your funny antics of writhing on your back with all four-paws in the air always made me smile and laugh! You stayed playful-ready even to the end. Forever in my heart, a bright regard you hold; I miss you dearly, my beloved companion.
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Backpedaling
By Robin S. Brooks That was the last of the blind dates, I promised myself. It was because before that, this one said, “It’s been defined for us in First Corinthians…” as if that was going to hook this Lutheran schoolteacher, who is far more liberal than he ever could have guessed. Before that, thinking he was really getting somewhere, he leaned over the candlelit restaurant table with the smarmiest look on his face, and asked, “So, what is your definition of love?” which was preceded by, “What makes you happy?” and “What do you look for in a partner?” The phone call asking me on a blind date seemed…
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Harmless
By Renée Georg I was standing with Mary, my chosen partner for the orienteering trek, when the instructor announced we would be drawing lots. “Anyone but the guy who looks like an axe murderer,” I whispered. But, just my luck. Alone in the woods with him, my heart racing, I kept a safe distance until finally revising my opinion to “harmless.” He still slays me.
