Love Hangover
We were creating the greatest love story never told. It was damn near perfect. Twenty-plus years of friendship as the foundation? Check. Vibes on a hundred thousand trillion? Check. My family loves and adores him? Check. We match each other’s fly? SUPER CHECK! We have conversations about things deeper than celebrities, clothes, shoes, and other people? Check. We have conversations about celebrities, clothes, shoes, and other people? Check. I love his children like my own? Check. The list goes on and on and on. In my mind there was no one better for me than him, and I told him so, to which he replied that was his truth as well, no one better for him than me. We just worked, and always had. We were really close in high school. Somehow every year we always ended up sharing lockers. His idea, of course. It was like our little home: neat, organized, tidy, and decorated with a pair of his smiley face boxers to add his flair and presence since it was always my locker we shared. We h