The inevitable awkward silences on our first date were replaced by something lovely. Just something quiet. I wouldn’t remember if I liked my dinner. I was too consumed with watching the way his lips moved and wondering if he would ever care enough about me to know what my favorite color was. I knew he … Continue reading The Hollow
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Shangri-La
Just after darkness falls, we sit between crashing ocean waves and a glowing rainbow of ferris wheel lights from the Santa Monica pier, drowned out in roller coaster screams. We are sitting above it all, our eyes wide, our faces illuminated with light. The rooftop was full of other couples who wanted to be closer … Continue reading Shangri-La
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