Stories related to love

In first grade they hated each other; in junior high they said they hated each other. Just before leaving for college they slept together.

I’m a cryptographer, and he’s a chicken farmer. On Saturday mornings, we unscramble eggs.

After the vomit, Mary thought this isn’t so bad. Then the realization that Joe wasn’t there to hold her hair. Tombstones support no hands.

“Don’t ever change—” And she’d agreed, but she was forgetting that the world might keep spinning and someday she’d want more than his smile.

I look at the picture and laugh. It took a month to get to the point of laughter instead of tears. My heart swells. I can never replace her.

Isolated in neighboring duvet cocoons, the ten inch gap an infinity. You turn to me with sorry eyes and a smile; instantly we’re together.