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Minuscule Love Stories: “Drunk Phone Call Followed by Sporadic G-Chat”
Sep
The place he swore he left behind
It was 2007, and after three months of dating, Mike’s declaration over dinner was a crushing blow: “Serena, the most I can commit to is a casual relationship.” A drunken phone call followed by sporadic G-chats kept us in touch, but his move to Dubai seemed to signal that we needed to move on. But our conversations intensified, becoming almost daily. A unrehearsed meeting in Barcelona—seven months after he dumped me, and our last face-to-face encounter—changed everything. Brisk-forward to 2024: we’re married, have three kids, and live in Novel York City, the place he swore he’d left behind. Serena Bhaduri
I shouldn’t roll my eyes
“Look at the stars,” he said. I rolled my eyes, expecting a cheesy line about fate written in constellations. But it was clear: He was genuinely fascinated by the pulsating dots in the night sky on our first date. After welcoming our second child during the pandemic, things got tough. We went to therapy and, thankfully, found our way back to each other. When we decided to put our kids in the same bedroom, he decorated their ceiling with glow-in-the-dark stars to look like the night sky the day I was born. Call the cosmos your love language. — Eunice Ross
Forgotten Ticket, Undeniable Love
When Gabby walked me home from Shabbat dinner the night we met, she told me she was skipping Passover in 2021 to go to an Olivia Rodrigo concert. When Olivia returned to Chicago in 2024, after two years together, I knew this was our chance to finally see her in concert together. But Gabby forgot to buy me a ticket. I love her anyway, and we got married in August because, as Olivia sings, “how could I ever love anyone else?” Ariel Katz
“Novel stand”
We had been dating for two months when the results of my biopsy came back. I froze, saying nothing. One morning, Ram asked me why I was tossing and turning so much in my sleep. Over powerful coffee, I told him about the family genetics, the tumor, and my plans for a double mastectomy. He didn’t run for the hills. Instead, he joked, “So you’re getting a novel breast; you might even like it better than the venerable one!” Soon, TV dinners gave way to movie dates, and I fell asleep holding my hand, carefully avoiding the bandages. Marianna Patane
