“ We overslept. In the morning I watched him dress frantically, the way a drifter would (gray pants and shirt tucked in and tie and vest and brown wingtip shoes and gray sweater and red scarf and jacket: it was lovely). He looked up occasionally from his scrambling to give a big toothy smile. I made the bed and drank the orange juice he bought for me the night before. We left his apartment and tried to find a cab.
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Modern Love: The College Essay Contest - New York Times
This is a really great article- please go read it. I don’t think there’s one of us here who can’t relate to it.
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Ugh, so relatable. I look forward to the other 4 installments.