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Somewhere between a broken claw machine and a really good pretzel, I realized: this is what people mean when they talk about easy joy. Not big moments. Just… being with someone who lets you be weird.
As the sun went down, we ended up on a bench near the river. No phones. No pressure to fill the silence. Gwen sketched something in a small notebook (she wouldn’t show me – “it’s not ready yet”) while I watched the clouds turn orange.
