Abstract Love

He can’t save my breasts.
I can’t save his voice.

But what we can do is take the scariest thing we’ve ever faced and make it better ... tolerable ... dare I even say ... fun.

At twenty-four and facing an uncertain future, I wasn’t looking for this.
I wasn’t looking for him.
But life never asked me what I wanted.

We come from different worlds.
He’s an artist. I’m a bartender.
I wonder, however, if this horrible bond we share is enough to bridge the gap between us.

What happens if we don’t get better?

What happens if we do?

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