ALL THIS WAY FOR NOTHING

At thirty years old, I’ve never been kissed – this does not bother me. It’s been this way since I was about five years old. I’d see couples holding hands and later flirting, laughing, stolen kisses, and knowing looks. But those things were always reserved for other people. First for the teens, then grownups, and now just other people. I don’t know who they are, but it’s not for me. In sixth grade, Damarys Feliz, a seventh-grader, was in love with me. She told me this over coffee fifteen years later. We decided to meet up after finding each...

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