We are each other’s half lovers. Together we reside in the pure superlative of love, where people fall in love with each other, love each other’s quirks, and wish each other the best. Since we weren’t lovers in the fleshly sense, we didn’t run into minor annoyances. Clare and I tell each other our worst secrets and admit our stupidest fears. We dined and went shopping together, judging the personalities of the men who passed us on the street. Looking back, I think we were like two sisters in fairy tales, in which the beautiful young sister was not allowed to marry until someone proposed to her sister, who was less attractive. . However, in our case, we are both the sister and the bride at the same time. Our lives revolved around clothes bugs, gossip and self-criticism. We calmly waited to see if anyone would come along to bring either of us with a different, scarier kind of love.
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