About two years ago I moved in with my boyfriend of three years. We were gross—the kind of couple you hate standing behind in a line. I couldn't walk down the street without being attached to him in some way. He was my first love, and I'll never forget or be able to fully explain the feeling of wholeness just walking around with him brought me.
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