Nathan paused outside the door.
« Why would you lock yourself in to talk about flowers? »
Two days earlier, I would’ve laughed and opened the door.
Two days earlier, I still believed I knew the man I was about to marry.
After three dates with men who talked over me or treated me like a profile picture, I nearly deleted the app.
I still believed I knew the man I was about to marry.
Then Nathan messaged me.
He didn’t ask for selfies. He asked which book I wished I could read again for the first time.
Our first date lasted three hours. He asked about my work, my dreams, and the scar under my chin, and he actually listened.
A month later, he showed up with an old copy of the book my father used to read to me.
« You remembered? » I asked.
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