Our July was spent dating each other. Showtime at The Public Theater. Lunch on the Greenway. Cocktails and curry downtown. Exploring New York City streets with you delighted me. It was the summer of World Cup and we were swept in its fever. At a small, local beer shop in Brooklyn we watched the final together with a closeness as the only two patrons at the bar.
Ambivalent to the last two teams standing, our t-shirts that day reflected a casual support not color coded one way or another. A neutrality that later on turned a corner as we shared our first soul kiss. An alchemical exchange solidified our mutual attraction. With the hum of a current, a soft and electric blue vibration was created. What spell had been cast? We were just beginning.
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My Vision in Blue: A Love Story in T-Shirts
RomanceThey were more than just an algorithmic match on the dating site where music brought them together. He wore a blue t-shirt in his profile that she also once owned. Their pairing would transcend time, defy logic, endure loss, and be set to a soundtra...
