Three years, two months, and four days.
That’s supposed to mean something. That’s supposed to be the hard part—over. The honeymoon mask peeled off. Bad habits exposed. Butterflies dead.
We passed it.
In the eyes of the campus, we’re #RelationshipGoals. King and Queen of the Economics Faculty. Lucas with his rotation of sports cars. Me, always in the passenger seat. The couple that survived the high school sweetheart curse.
But people only see the i********: feed. They don’t see what happens behind the scenes.
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Three days ago. Our 38th-month anniversary. Not a milestone anyone cares about, but I did. Lately, Lucas felt distant. Overtime at his dad’s law firm. Canceled dates. Angry for no reason.
I thought maybe he needed a homey atmosphere. Maybe he needed warmth. Something ho
