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I saw her reflection in the café window. She had an air of sadness about her and was sitting by herself. Freshly divorced, my cynicism had ended my love life, and hookup culture wasn’t helping any. But she seemed different from the people I had met online.
So I took a chance and smiled at her. She smiled back instantly.
Three years later, I know I have found the one. Without her, I would have ended up with someone unworthy. With her, I don’t have to water down my individuality.
Do you know who that girl was? That girl was me.
This entry was submitted to The New York Times’ Modern Love column (the Tiny Love stories section in particular). It was rejected and I still think it is pretty good.
You are so lovable. You know that, don’t you?
I guess they don’t consider self-love as a love story? Shame bout that. I liked this tiny love story
Probably. Thanks, Danielle :)