Dating with my love
But I couldn’t quite find a way to fit in at school either, where one relationship after another imploded. I drank too much, drove too fast, worked too hard, and dated men even worse off emotionally than me.
The summer after I graduated from college in 2007, I moved back to Delaware and drifted along the couches and floors of family and friends.
He’d describe a fight he’d witnessed and poker games with his new cellmate.
Time wore on, and the letters became more intimate.
He was kind and sensitive in his letters, and I was fun and flirtatious in mine.
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Every other week, we greeted each other shyly between panes of smudged glass.
Between my family problems and my painful dating history, I wasn’t ready for a real relationship.
In the months before the trial, Justin had a lot of time to think. We wrote about books and family and mutual friends.
I’d tell him about quitting Subway after only a few weeks, and then I’d describe my nights working at the next job, front desk clerk at a hotel and casino.