“You’re stuck with me, I hope you know this,” Kevin said to me one night during our vacation. “There’s only going to be one heartbreaker in this relationship.”
“Our studio apartment?” I asked.
Kevin started laughing, then he hugged me and kissed my forehead. It was funny to both of us because for a week we were able to get away from our tiny home, and because though cohabitation is a hard adjustment for everyone, it’s far more difficult when you’re forced to share one room. Continue reading