Tiny Love Stories: ‘I asked her back to my place’

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A close friend died in 1999. After his funeral, the full weight of grief affected me. My lover took me to our tight apartment bathroom and pushed the plastic curtain back on the tub of the claw. I drowned in water at a near-mam and thrown out my deep sadness, while he quietly massaged my arms and returned with salt. Patience made my skin raw, then calm and alive. Nearly three decades later, with both our marriage and divorce behind us, we draw our three daughters from the same well of tenderness to co-act. Where there was love once, its roots remain. , KC Robinson

One of many pictures of our girls. Here he is in Shenando County, VA.

My parents had come to travel for two days, they continued their journey to Bangladesh before an extended sorting on the eastern coast. As her adult daughter, I tried my best to fulfill the part of the perfect host, but lasted for two hours before the deadly terror attacks ended for the last one year. They hugged me softly, encouraged me to take the necessary time from work. As soon as they left, I apologized: “Sorry, you had to come to take care of me like this.” “You are our daughter,” my mother replied, almost incredible. “Never say so again.” , Shamamah hussain


On a two -hour flight, my equal twin sister, Hannah, and I talk and laugh all the time, almost without breathing. When we reach North Carolina for our younger cousin (twins) college graduates, I ask if she has as much fun with other people as she does with me. She says no. I ask if she feels about her fiancé the way she does about me. She does not say again. “She is my second complete,” she says, “but you are my second half.” , Sophie Sutkar

Rich and I met at once in Atlanta in 2001. I asked him back to my place, not expecting that our hookup would develop in the laughter and story -filled dates. Within a year, we were in love. We mark our rings with “always”, while holidaying in Provincestown in 2014. As youth, it was beyond our dreams that we would be able to marry anytime. Now in the mid -60s and early 70s, we recall the fact that we will be together forever … and “always.” , Daniel Owens

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