They both loved you. They sought stolen moments in musty hallways, kisses under veils of inebriation. Afterward, they recounted their twitterpated conquests to me. Neither knew about the other.
Partnered, you and I shared a different kind of vulnerability. Trapped between four walls while the days baked away, we tried to convey the importance of fractions to a gaggle of resentful 7th graders. They launched icecube missiles across the room and collapsed into infinite cackles. As they herded out, I told you I didn’t think I could it, and you talked me back from that ledge.