Before I met Ike, he saved my life. Someone had passed away who was dear to me, and I didn’t realise I had trouble coping until I wrote a letter to him. I wanted what everyone else wanted–to see your favourite people in your dreams.
When we met, he presented the letter. It had been a long time since he’d talked to people. Naturally, he was anxious around all people, but especially women.
He spent months in my house, away from his then betrothed. I taught him how to count, we looked at interior design, and we played The Sims 4. But worst of all, he liked my bed, and no way was he going to budge.
His wedding to Soren was set up in my back yard. I sang the wedding march (actually, it was Stuff and Nonsense by Split Enz), and he chose me as the celebrant. I took care with my words.
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