Six Years of Empty Love
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rom a blue-collar town in Ohio, studying computer science, completely invisible. She wa
dynamic for our entire relationship. I was the lucky one, the
six year
t the picture. They were "just friends," a phrase that felt like a constant, low-grade fever in my life. He lived in t
nt anxiety, a recurring f
d college friends, the air thick with the smell of beer and buffalo wings. Nicole was
lly over her shoulders. I watched them from across
ned, a slick, practiced smile. He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a pec
ngle person turned to look at me, their faces a mixture
. Just a stran
eer bottle in
voice steady, a dea
. Nicole stared at me, her drunken haze evaporati
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