er my date’s car broke down.
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Everyone thought we were ridiculous.
They all believed we’d eventually realize we belonged together, but we laughed.
He dated other girls.
My mother, Erica, used to watch us at the kitchen table arguing over homework and say, “One day, the two of you are going to figure this out.”
Jeffrey would grin.
“Figure out what?”
“You know exactly what.”
Then he’d look at me. I’d roll my eyes.
“We’re friends, Mom.”
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That was the truth. Or at least it was what we were willing to admit.
“Figure out what?”
Losing my best friend scared me more than dating him ever excited me. I think he felt the same way. So we kept things simple.
Until one summer night when we were 19.
We’d both had terrible dates. Mine spent two hours talking about himself.
Jeffrey’s date left early after arguing with him
