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My next “boyfriend” is Luke. We meet doing ecstasy at a rave in a seedy section of Trenton. He is beautiful, passionate, and creative. I fall for him immediately. Well, for his potential. Luke is going to be a world-renowned poet someday. He’s only dealing so he can earn enough to go to school for his MFA. Okay, so he hasn’t actually applied to any grad programs yet, but he reads me some of his poetry, and it’s impressive.
A firefly alights in the darkness, illuminating everything, until it extinguishes itself…
After only three blissful days together, my intuition tells me we’re destined for each other. And, even though it’s less than a week since the Rocko situation, I find myself practically living at Luke’s place.
I thought you were coming back to meetings, April texts.
I will, I
