I knew I loved him the first time I saw his face on my computer screen.
My then-closest friends (a math rocky punk band whose lives intertwined with my own in a somewhat awkward but entirely sincere way) didn’t realize they were my friends, I don’t think. Truly I have no idea how they might have described me at the time, but “close friend” surely wasn’t it. Nevertheless, these four young men were instrumental in bringing me face-to-face with him.
The one I loved.
The man of my dreams.
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