haven’t figured our lives out by then, clearly we need help.”
I laughed and wrapped my pinky around his.
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
For one strange second, neither of us moved.
I remember wanting to say something else.
Something important.
But I didn’t.
Two months later, Jeffrey left for college three states away.
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At first, distance didn’t change much.
We wrote constantly.
Long letters.
Birthday cards.
Pages filled with ordinary details that somehow felt important simply because they came from each other.
Jeffrey complained about his roommate, who apparently believed cleaning was
