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Falling in Love
A short story of love and oddness and visiting scholars.
“Let’s reminisce about a vacation or holiday.” she said, a little too excitedly, knowing full well that we’d never been away together.
Being with her often reminded me of the good aspects of adverse drug reactions.
How I wanted to have her sign on the dotted line without reading the small print as I cared about her propensity to strain her eyes.
“Isn’t it remarkable when someone is not looking at their phone?” I whispered as I pulled her in for both a hug and a chance to speak further about the perils of cell phone addiction.
She nodded then smiled and then, after a moment to consider her options, went back to nodding. When I pictured her in my mind’s eye, she was often nodding, mostly because of that weekend bobblehead excursion we went on when we first met.
“Sensitivity” was her middle name — or at least she claimed it was while also refusing all requests to see her birth certificate.
“I’ve wanted to send you a message all day,” she said in that perplexingly confusing manner I found so perplexingly confusing. “I just realized that my strong desire to bake you a cake was trivial.”