Months later, Ethan started dating a girl named Sarah, which I didn't like, but couldn't say anything about. Instead, I pretended to be cool with it, offering supportive advice. Then Josh ended our connection over email, saying he didn't think we should be in touch anymore. The same week, I had a disturbing date with a guy who liked to punch sharks in the face, and got a too-short-for-my-face, Lego-head haircut. I was not in a good place. The only person I could think of who would make me feel better was Ethan.
We had a work session scheduled that weekend, but I asked him if he would come with me to a non-denominational religious service that always seemed to cheer me up. It wasn't his scene, but he knew how much I loved the Jewish lesbian reverend who quoted Mary Oliver poems, read from the Tao and sang about love.
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The Lost Love
RomanceIts about a best friend, a girl and a boy fall in love to each other. The girl is scared to admit that she looks the way her best friend looks to her...
