Short story I wrote on my other blog.
*inspired by The Number of People Who Meet on Airplanes by David Levithan
We were reading the same book. I turned to her and pointed that out.
“Hello. My name is David. We’re reading the same book.”
She smiled. I told her “I love this book. Do you love it too?”
I thought that if I loved this book and she loved this book than maybe we could love each other. Maybe this shared love for this shared thing could exist between the lovers, even without the loved.
I asked her if she would like to join me for dinner.
She said yes.
I prepared the best meal I’d ever cooked in my life and bought the wine with the most foreign sounding name. She would ask “What wine is this?” and I would answer “Chateau Bonnet Entre-Deux-Mers” as if it were the name of my…
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