No Match for a Mud Puddle
We met on the worker Christmas celebration at a spot the place I didn’t work. Open bar. We traded lipstick colours and a kiss. Later, we went on a sprawling epic of a date: pingpong, Louisiana swamp at evening (no flashlight), curler skating, fuel station wine and ooey-gooey cake. I moved out of state and misplaced June’s quantity when my flip telephone drowned in a mud puddle. We utterly misplaced contact, however I by no means forgot her. Six years later, I moved again to New Orleans and walked right into a bar. There June was. Seems, she by no means forgot me both. — Amanda Casassa
A Tiny, Loving Behavior
Way back to I can keep in mind, my mom, Jung-shin, sat beside me at meals, ready till I completed each chew. I assumed she stayed in case I wanted something, however her behavior continued even into maturity. When my son was born, she flew from Seoul to Chicago and did the identical for him — a tiny, loving behavior enduring by generations. Now, a father of two, I perceive. It wasn’t in regards to the meal; she merely needed to be with me. Although she’s gone now, once I eat alone, I nonetheless really feel her presence, her love filling the empty chair. — Yoosik Youm
Indicators Etched in Concrete
An agnostic Jew and an adamant atheist, we nonetheless felt we’d acquired divine affirmation of our love once we got here throughout an previous sidewalk in our new metropolis with our names etched into it. Years earlier than we even knew one another, “Laura and Dan” was a pairing already written into permanency. Half a block down, we found one other cement sq. with each units of our initials. How might that be? Certainly, this was extra cosmic affirmation! While you’re younger and in love, easy coincidences change into imbued with a sacred magnitude. — Laura Steefel-Moore
Kicked Off the Household Plan
It wasn’t actually over till I used to be taken off your loved ones plan. Netflix glared: Enroll or check in? It damage greater than it ought to have. I’d been utilizing your account for months after our cut up. At any time when I sneaked an episode right here, a rom-com there, I inflated with hope. Every cinematic conquest satisfied me you’d name to remark. I ponder who’s sharing your account now. I ponder what profile she’d choose, if she and your little sister watch the cartoons I knew she’d love. I ponder if my suggestions nonetheless populate your display screen, an amalgamation of algorithms, infinite what-ifs. — Ella Chon
