Her, decked head to toe in school spirit at her alma mater. Her, that one-in-a-million woman who held out the promise of uniting the disparate areas of my life like a missing puzzle piece. I imagined us tackling the days together and supporting each other through the daily grind, then spending our evenings in fun and easy conversation. Perhaps after work we’d go for a run and catch up with friends at a bar, or we’d dress to kill for a black-tie business affair, her in a slinky black dress, me in a three-piece tailored suit. We would love each other through the hours and days of our complicated lives.
Source: Los Angeles Times January 12, 2019 12:56 UTC