I kept this relationship duality to myself. Yes, it was unique, perhaps strange, but I embraced it. A gift was bestowed on me to give and receive love effortlessly and unconditionally in blue and red illumination. This balance would be tested as the world shut down in a pandemic response. I would be in its epicenter on my own but not alone.
I felt it my duty to be a beacon of light in the destruction that surrounded me. I wore band t-shirts as an homage to all those canceled shows. Love was my way forward and my way out. When I closed the chapter of my life as a New Yorker, I spent my last day saying goodbye to the neighborhood places we went on our first date. Living on in my memory, I would always look back in love.
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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...
