Enemies To Soulmates
Because the photo Sky had sent me, the one I'd been using to identify her, did not do this woman justice.
Not even close.
She was beautiful in a way that made you forget what you were supposed to be doing, made you forget your own name, made you forget that you were supposed to be a functional adult human being with responsibilities and self-control.
And I remember thinking, very clearly, "Well, this is going to be a problem."
When I was seventeen, my best friend Matthieu had been completely head over heels in love with his girlfriend.
Obsessed, really.
He talked about her constantly, wrote her terrible poetry that he showed me with pride, spent every spare moment either with her or thinking
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