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0:00At 7:00 on a Saturday morning, my
0:03ex-girlfriend's best friend, the woman
0:05who had spent 2 years rolling her eyes
0:08at me, lay down on a weight bench,
0:10looked up at me, and said, "Hey, Miller,
0:13spot me."
0:14I almost dropped my water bottle.
0:17Jordan Reyes had never asked me for
0:19anything. Not once. Not a ride, not a
0:22favor, not even the salt at dinner.
0:25She'd always just reached across me for
0:27it and said, "Excuse me, Sparky."
0:30But now, there she was, flat on her back
0:33under a bar loaded with 185 lb, staring
0:37up at me with those dark brown eyes and
0:39a look I'd never seen before.
0:42So, I walked over and stood behind the
0:44bench, about 3 ft back, hands hovering
0:47politely in the air, like I was afraid
0:49the bar might bite me.
0:51Jordan tilted her head back and looked
0:53at me upside down. Then she smirked.
0:56"You can come closer, Cole. I don't
0:58bite." And right there, at 7:00 a.m. in
1:01a gym that smelled like rubber mats and
1:04protein powder, my whole life tipped
1:06sideways.
1:08My name is Cole Miller. I'm 31 years
1:11old, and I'm a power lineman in Tulsa,
1:14Oklahoma. When a storm knocks out the
1:16electricity, I'm the guy 40 ft up a pole
1:19in the rain putting the lights back on.
1:22It's dangerous, it's exhausting, and I
1:25love it. For 2 years, I dated a woman
1:28named Chelsea. She was fun, loud, and
1:31always planning the next trip. 8 months
1:34ago, she went to Cabo with her
1:35girlfriends and texted me from the
1:37beach, "I think I need someone more
1:40spontaneous. I'm sorry, Cole." With a
1:42palm tree emoji. A palm tree emoji.
1:46That's how 2 years ended. And Jordan was
1:49Chelsea's best friend since the third
1:52grade. For 2 years, Jordan and I fought
1:55about everything. At every game night,
1:58every cookout, every birthday party. She
2:00called me Sparky because of my job. She
2:03said my chili tasted like a sad cowboy's
2:06boot. She beat me at cornhole and did a
2:08victory dance in my face. We argued
2:11about football, about country music,
2:13about whether pineapple belongs on
2:15pizza. It does. She's wrong.
2:18She was sharp, stubborn, and impossible.
2:22She owned a little hair salon on Cherry
2:24Street, trained at the gym 6 days a
2:26week, and had a laugh you could hear
2:28from across a parking lot. And I'll be
2:30honest, sometimes when she was arguing
2:33with me across the table, eyes
2:35sparkling, cheeks pink, I'd forget what
2:37we were even fighting about. I never let
2:40myself think about why.
2:42After Chelsea left, I joined Red Dirt
2:45Barbell, a little gym on the east side
2:48of town. 2 weeks later, Jordan walked
2:50in. Turns out, she'd been a member for
2:53years. For 6 months, we ignored each
2:56other. She'd nod, I'd nod. That was it.
2:59Until that Saturday morning.
3:02So, I stepped closer, right up to the
3:05head of the bench. From up there, I was
3:07looking straight down at her face. Her
3:09dark hair was pulled into a tight braid.
3:12There was a little sweat on her
3:13forehead. Her cheeks were already pink.
3:16"Better." She said. "How many?" "Five."
3:20"At 185 lb? That's a lot." "I'm training
3:24for a powerlifting meet. 6 weeks. I need
3:27to bench 225 by then." Whistle. "225,
3:32Jordan, that's huge." "I know it's huge,
3:35Sparky. That's why I need a spotter."
3:38She wrapped her hands around the bar.
3:40"Now, listen to me. Do not touch that
3:42bar unless I'm actually dying." "Define
3:46dying." "If my face turns purple and I
3:49start crying, you can help." "Got it.
3:52Purple and crying."
3:54She lifted the bar off the rack. Her
3:56whole face changed. The teasing
3:58disappeared. Pure focus. One rep,
4:01smooth. Two. Three. Four. On the fifth,
4:06the bar slowed down halfway up. Her arms
4:09shook. Her jaw clenched. My hands moved
4:12closer, right under the bar, not
4:14touching. "Come on," I said quietly,
4:16"you've got it. Push." She pushed. The
4:19bar went up. She racked it with a loud
4:21clang. Then she lay there breathing
4:24hard, looking up at me. "You didn't
4:26touch it. You didn't need me to."
4:28Something flickered in her eyes,
4:30something surprised. She sat up slowly
4:33and turned around on the bench to face
4:35me.
4:36"Chelsea always said you're the guy who
4:38fixes everything. I figured you'd grab
4:40the bar the second it got hard." "I
4:43don't fix people. I just stand behind
4:45them in case they need it."
4:47Jordan looked at me for a long moment.
4:49Then she stood up, grabbed her water
4:51bottle, and said, "Same time Tuesday?"
4:54"You want me to spot you again?" "You're
4:56tall, you're strong, and you don't talk
4:59too much." She smirked. "Don't let it go
5:01to your head, Sparky."
5:03So, that's how it started. Tuesdays,
5:06Thursdays, and Saturdays at 7:00 a.m., I
5:09spotted Jordan Reyes on the bench.
5:12At first, we barely talked. She'd lift,
5:15I'd spot, she'd say thanks, and leave.
5:18But by the second week, the banter came
5:20back, except it was different now,
5:23softer around the edges.
5:26"Your form's off," I told her one
5:28Thursday.
5:29"My form is perfect." "Your left elbow
5:32flares out."
5:34She stared up at me from the bench.
5:36"You've been watching my elbows?"
5:40"I'm your spotter. It's my job to watch
5:42your elbows."
5:43"Mhm." Her mouth twitched.
5:46"Just my elbows?"
5:49My face went hot.
5:51She laughed and lifted the bar.
5:53By the third week, she was bringing me
5:55coffee, black, no sugar. She remembered
5:58from some game night a year ago.
6:00"How do you remember how I take my
6:02coffee?" I asked. "I remember everything
6:05about you, Sparky. Mostly so I can make
6:07fun of it.
6:08Uh-huh, is that right?
6:11She handed me the cup and didn't quite
6:13look at me.
6:14That's right.
6:16Then one Saturday, after her set, she
6:18reached up and flicked a piece of my
6:20hair off my forehead.
6:22Okay, I can't take it anymore, she said.
6:25When's the last time you got a haircut?
6:28I thought about it. Before Cabo.
6:31She gasped. Cole, that's 8 months. You
6:35look like a golden retriever that got
6:37lost in the woods.
6:39Thanks.
6:41Come by my salon tomorrow, 2:00. I'm
6:43fixing this.
6:45Jordan, you don't have to. 2:00 or I'm
6:48cutting it right here in the gym with
6:50the scissors from the first aid kit.
6:52So, the next afternoon, I walked into
6:55Shear Genius on Cherry Street.
6:57It was a cute little place. An old lady
7:00named Miss Opal was sitting under a
7:02dryer, reading a magazine. She looked me
7:04up and down over her glasses.
7:07So, you're the lineman, she said. I
7:10looked at Jordan. Jordan turned bright
7:12red.
7:14Miss Opal, you said you were going to
7:16read your magazine.
7:17I am reading it, honey. I can read and
7:20listen. I'm 84, not deaf.
7:23Jordan sat me down in a chair and put a
7:26cape around my neck. Then she leaned me
7:28back over the sink and turned on the
7:30warm water.
7:31And she washed my hair.
7:34Her fingers slid slowly through my hair,
7:36massaging my scalp. She was leaning
7:39right over me. So close I could smell
7:42her shampoo, coconut and something
7:44sweet. I closed my eyes. I couldn't help
7:48it.
7:49You okay down there? She asked softly.
7:52Mhm.
7:53You're very quiet.
7:54I'm trying not to fall asleep or say
7:57something stupid.
7:58She laughed quietly.
8:00Which one's winning? Ask me in 5
8:03minutes.
8:04Her fingers paused in my hair just for a
8:06second. then they started moving again,
8:09slower this time.
8:11When she sat me up and started cutting,
8:13she stood right in front of me. Her hip
8:15was against my knee. Her hand was under
8:18my chin, tilting my face up. She was
8:20concentrating so hard, she had her
8:22tongue between her teeth. I couldn't
8:25stop looking at her.
8:26"Stop staring at me," she said without
8:29looking down.
8:30"Where else am I supposed to look?
8:32You're right in front of me."
8:34"Look in the mirror." "You're in the
8:36mirror, too."
8:37She stopped cutting. She looked down at
8:39me. Our faces were maybe 6 in apart. Her
8:43eyes dropped to my mouth for just a
8:45second. And from under the dryer, Miss
8:47Opal said loudly,
8:49"Well, kiss him or finish the haircut.
8:52I've got bingo at 4:00."
8:54Jordan dropped the scissors. I laughed
8:57so hard the whole chair shook. Jordan
8:59covered her face and said, "I'm going to
9:02move to Kansas."
9:04She finished the haircut. When she spun
9:06me around to the mirror, I barely
9:07recognized myself.
9:09"Well?" she asked, arms crossed, cheeks
9:12still pink.
9:14"I look like a human being again."
9:16"You look like you." She paused, then
9:19quieter, "You look really good, Cole."
9:23It was the first time she'd ever called
9:24me Cole without Sparky attached to it.
9:28Then the ice storm hit. It was the
9:31second week of December, freezing rain
9:34all night. By morning, half of Tulsa had
9:36no power. Trees were down everywhere.
9:39Lines were snapped. My crew got called
9:42in at 4:00 a.m. and we didn't stop. 16
9:46hours up and down poles in the ice. My
9:49hands were frozen. My back was killing
9:51me.
9:52By 8:00 that night, we were set up at
9:54the staging area in a church parking lot
9:56on the north side, trying to grab 10
9:58minutes of rest in the trucks.
10:01Then somebody knocked on my truck
10:02window. I looked up. Jordan was standing
10:06there in a huge puffy coat and in
10:08holding a big thermos in a foil-wrapped
10:10plate. I rolled down the window. Jordan?
10:14What are you doing here?
10:16Your power company posted where the
10:18crews were staging.
10:19She held up the thermos. Hot coffee,
10:22black, no sugar, and my abuela's
10:24tamales. She made three dozen for your
10:26whole crew.
10:28I just stared at her. You drove out here
10:31in the ice?
10:33I drove very slowly, Sparky. I'm not an
10:35idiot.
10:36My crew guys came out of their trucks
10:38like zombies smelling food. Jordan
10:40handed out tamales to all of them. My
10:43foreman, Big Earl, bit into one and
10:45said, "Miller, if you don't marry this
10:47woman, I will."
10:49Jordan laughed. I didn't.
10:51When the crew went back to their trucks,
10:53she climbed into the passenger seat of
10:55mine and handed me the last tamale. I
10:57ate it in about three bites.
10:59"Thank you," I said. "You have no idea."
11:03"I know," she said softly. "I saw you on
11:06the news this morning up a pole on
11:08Harvard Avenue in the ice. You looked so
11:10small up there." Her voice wobbled. "I
11:14couldn't stop thinking about it all
11:15day."
11:16I turned and looked at her. The
11:18dashboard lights lit up her face. Her
11:21nose was red from the cold.
11:23"Jordan," I said,
11:25"can I ask you something?
11:27Okay.
11:28Why were you always so mean to me?"
11:31She went very still. She looked out the
11:33windshield at the ice on the trees.
11:36"For 2 years you made fun of my chili.
11:39You called me Sparky. You rolled your
11:41eyes every time I talked. I always
11:43thought you hated me."
11:45She was quiet for a long time.
11:48Then she laughed softly, not a happy
11:50laugh.
11:51"I didn't hate you, Cole. That was the
11:54problem." My heart stopped.
11:56"The first night Chelsea brought you to
11:58game night, you lost at cornhole to me,
12:01and instead of getting mad, you bowed in
12:03the middle of the backyard. And then you
12:05spent the rest of the night helping my
12:07abuela set up folding chairs because
12:09nobody else noticed she was struggling."
12:12She turned and at me.
12:14And I went home that night and thought,
12:16"Oh, no, not him. He's Chelsea's."
12:20I couldn't breathe.
12:21So, I was mean because it was easier to
12:24fight with you than to like you. Liking
12:27you made me a terrible friend. Fighting
12:29with you made me just a jerk. She
12:31shrugged, eyes wet. "I picked jerk."
12:35Jordan.
12:37And when she dumped you with a palm tree
12:38emoji, I wanted to drive to Cabo and
12:41throw her phone in the ocean. She
12:43laughed through her tears.
12:45But I couldn't say that, either. So, I
12:48just avoided you for 6 months until I
12:51couldn't anymore.
12:52That's why you asked me to spot you.
12:55There were four other guys in the gym
12:57that morning, Cole. I picked you.
13:00I reached over slowly and wiped a tear
13:02off her cold cheek with my thumb. She
13:04leaned into my hand.
13:06"For the record," I said quietly, "when
13:09you argued with me across the table at
13:11game night, I always lost track of what
13:13we were fighting about. Every time." She
13:16smiled. "Really?
13:19I just knew I liked watching you be
13:21right. Even when you were wrong." "I'm
13:24never wrong." "Pineapple on pizza."
13:27"Pineapple is a crime against Italy."
13:30I laughed. Then she leaned across the
13:33seat, grabbed the front of my reflective
13:35jacket, and kissed me.
13:38Right there in my work truck in a church
13:40parking lot in the middle of an ice
13:42storm with the heater blasting and the
13:44windows fogging up.
13:46Her lips were cold at first, then warm.
13:50She tasted like coffee and cinnamon.
13:53I slid my frozen hand into her hair
13:56under her beanie, and she gasped against
13:58my mouth and laughed. "Your hands are
14:00ice." And kissed me harder anyway.
14:04When we finally pulled apart, her
14:06forehead was pressed against mine.
14:09"Well," she whispered, "that was better
14:11than fighting."
14:13Then Big Earl banged on the truck
14:15window. Miller, breaks over. Kiss your
14:18girl and get up the pole.
14:20Jordan covered her face. I grabbed my
14:23gloves. Be careful up there, she said. I
14:27always am. Be extra careful. She
14:30squeezed my hand. You've got somebody
14:32waiting now.
14:34For the next 2 weeks, everything was
14:37perfect. We spotted on Tuesdays,
14:40Thursdays, and Saturdays. But now, after
14:43her last set, she'd sit up on the bench
14:45and kiss me before anybody could see.
14:48She came to my place and criticized my
14:50chili again, then ate two bowls. I took
14:53her line dancing at an old bar downtown,
14:56and she was terrible at it and refused
14:58to admit it.
15:00Then, 2 days [clears throat] before
15:01Christmas, everything blew up. One of
15:05the girls from the gym posted a video
15:07online. Just a short clip of Jordan and
15:10me laughing at the bench press. She
15:12tagged both of us. Chelsea saw it. That
15:16night, Jordan's phone rang while we were
15:18sitting on her couch. She looked at the
15:20screen and went pale. It's Chelsea, she
15:23whispered. She answered. I could hear
15:26Chelsea's voice through the phone. Loud,
15:29angry. 20 years, Jordan. 20 years, and
15:33you're dating my ex behind my back?
15:37Chels, it's not behind your back. You
15:39broke up with him 8 months ago from a
15:41beach. That doesn't matter. There are
15:44rules. You don't date your best friend's
15:46ex, ever.
15:48Jordan's hand was shaking. I know. I
15:51know there are rules. I tried, Chelsea.
15:54I really tried. So, you're choosing him
15:57over me?
15:59Jordan looked at me. Tears were running
16:01down her face. I don't know, she
16:03whispered into the phone. I don't know.
16:07Chelsea hung up. Jordan sat there
16:09holding the phone crying. I put my arm
16:12around her. She leaned into me for a
16:14minute, then she pulled away.
16:16Cole, she said very quietly,
16:19"I think we need to stop."
16:21My chest went cold. "Jordan,
16:24she's been my best friend since we were
16:268 years old. She held my hand at my
16:29dad's funeral. She drove me to the
16:31hospital when I broke my wrist. I can't
16:33throw that away." She wiped her eyes.
16:36"I'm so sorry. I can't do this to her."
16:40"Is that what you really want?"
16:42"No," she whispered, "but it's what I
16:44have to do."
16:46I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell her
16:48that Chelsea dumped me with an emoji,
16:51that we didn't do anything wrong,
16:53but I could see it in her face. She was
16:55breaking, and I wasn't going to push her
16:57into breaking more.
16:59"Okay," I said softly. I kissed her
17:01forehead. "I'm not going anywhere,
17:04Jordan. If you change your mind, I'll be
17:06at the gym Tuesdays, Thursdays,
17:09Saturdays, 7:00 a.m."
17:12Then I left.
17:13She didn't come to the gym on Tuesday or
17:16Thursday or Saturday.
17:18For 3 weeks, I stood next to that empty
17:21bench every morning at 7:00, pretending
17:23to do my own workout, watching the door.
17:26She didn't come.
17:28Miss Opal called me on the third
17:30Saturday. I have no idea how she got my
17:32number.
17:33"Young man," she said, "that girl has
17:36been cutting hair crooked for 3 weeks.
17:39She gave Mrs. Henderson a mullet. You
17:41need to do something."
17:44"She asked me to stop, Miss Opal."
17:46"Honey, she asked you to stop because
17:48she thinks she's supposed to, not
17:51because she wants to." She paused. "Her
17:54meet is next Saturday, the Oklahoma
17:57State Powerlifting Championships at the
17:59convention center in Oklahoma City.
18:02She's going alone."
18:05"Alone?"
18:06"Chelsea was supposed to drive her.
18:09Chelsea's not speaking to her."
18:12Then Miss Opal hung up, and I sat there
18:14for a long time thinking. Then I called
18:16the meet director and asked if they
18:18needed volunteers.
18:19The Oklahoma State Powerlifting
18:21Championships were loud and packed.
18:24Chalk in the air, music blasting. I'd
18:27volunteered as a spotter and loader for
18:29the women's platform. Gray volunteer
18:31T-shirt. I was standing behind the bench
18:34with two other spotters when they called
18:36her name.
18:37Jordan Reyes, third attempt, bench
18:40press, 225
18:42lb. The crowd cheered. Jordan walked out
18:45onto the platform in her lifting
18:47singlet. Her braid tight, chalk on her
18:50hands, staring straight ahead like a
18:52warrior.
18:53She walked up to the bench. She chalked
18:55her back. She lay down.
18:57And then she looked up, straight up,
19:00straight into my face. She froze.
19:04"Cole?" she whispered. "Hey Jordan."
19:08"You What are you doing here?"
19:10"I told you I wasn't going anywhere." I
19:12said quietly. "I told you I wasn't going
19:15anywhere."
19:16Her eyes filled with tears instantly.
19:18Her lip trembled.
19:19The head referee said, "Lifter, you have
19:221 minute."
19:23I leaned down a little. "Hey, look at
19:26me. You've done 215 in the gym. You've
19:29got this. I'm right here."
19:31She stared up at me for a long moment.
19:34Then she smirked, that same smirk from
19:36the first morning.
19:37"You can come closer." she whispered. So
19:40I did. I stepped right up to the bar.
19:43She wrapped her hands around it, took a
19:45deep breath. The referee called,
19:47"Start." She lowered the bar to her
19:49chest, held it. "Press."
19:52And she pushed. The bar went up slow, so
19:56slow. Halfway it stopped. Her arms
19:59shook. Her face went red. My hands were
20:02right under the bar, not touching,
20:04ready.
20:05"Push Jordan." I said low and steady.
20:08"You've got it. Push." She screamed, and
20:12the bar went up, all the way up, arms
20:14locked. "Rack."
20:17We guided the bar back into the rack.
20:19Three white lights flashed on the
20:21scoreboard. Good lift.
20:24225
20:26lb, a personal record.
20:29The whole convention center exploded.
20:31Jordan sat up on the bench breathing
20:34hard, staring at the white lights. Then
20:36she turned around and looked at me.
20:39And then she jumped off that bench,
20:41threw her chalky arms around my neck,
20:43and kissed me right there on the
20:45competition platform in front of three
20:48referees, two other spotters, and about
20:51800 screaming people.
20:53Her lips were salty, her hands were
20:56covered in chalk, and she left white
20:58handprints all over my gray volunteer
21:00shirt. I didn't care. I lifted her right
21:03off the ground and kissed her back.
21:06When we finally broke apart, the head
21:08referee was standing there with his arms
21:10crossed. "Ma'am," he said, "you have to
21:13clear the platform." "Sorry," Jordan
21:16said, laughing and crying at the same
21:18time. "Sorry, sir."
21:21Backstage in the warm-up area, she held
21:23both my hands and wouldn't let go.
21:26"I called her," she said, "last night."
21:29"Chelsea?" She nodded. "I told her I've
21:33put her first for 20 years. Every
21:35boyfriend, every fight, every bad
21:38decision, I've always been in her
21:40corner, and I always will be." She took
21:43a shaky breath. "But I told her I wasn't
21:46going to lose the one guy who's ever
21:48made me feel strong instead of
21:50difficult. I told her she could be mad,
21:53but I wasn't going to give you up for a
21:55rule."
21:57"What did she say?" "She hung up on me."
22:00Jordan laughed through her tears. "But I
22:02meant it, Cole. I was going to come find
22:04you after the meet. I was going to drive
22:06to your house still covered in chalk.
22:09Then I lay down on that bench, and you
22:12were standing there."
22:13"Miss Opal called me."
22:15Jordan's mouth fell open. "That old
22:18busybody? She said you gave Miss
22:20Henderson a mullet." She buried her face
22:23in my chest and groaned. It was a
22:26disaster. I wrapped my arms around her
22:29and held her tight in the middle of the
22:31warm-up area, both of us covered in
22:33chalk.
22:34"I'm proud of you." I whispered into her
22:36hair. "Not for the lift, but for
22:38choosing what you wanted." She pulled
22:41back and smiled up at me. "I'm choosing
22:44you, Sparky."
22:45Chelsea didn't speak to Jordan for 2
22:48months. Then one day in March, she
22:50showed up at Jordan's salon. Jordan
22:53called me afterward, crying. "She said
22:55she was sorry." Jordan told me. "She
22:58said she was angry because deep down she
23:00always knew you and I made more sense
23:02than you and her ever did. And she said,
23:05'He used to look at you across the table
23:07at game night. I just pretended not to
23:09see it.'"
23:11They're friends now. Not exactly the
23:13same as before, but friends. Chelsea
23:15even came to our engagement party. She
23:18brought a gift, a palm tree tea chain.
23:21Jordan laughed so hard she cried.
23:24Because, yes, there was an engagement
23:26party.
23:27One year after that first Saturday
23:29morning, I asked Jordan to meet me at
23:31Red Dirt Barbell at 7:00 a.m. "Why? It's
23:35a Sunday. The gym's closed on Sundays."
23:38I talked to the owner.
23:39She walked in and the whole gym was dark
23:42except for the lights over one bench,
23:45her bench. The bar was racked and loaded
23:47with 225 lb and taped to the middle of
23:51the bar, right where she'd look straight
23:53up at it, with a little piece of paper.
23:56"Lie down." I said. She looked
23:59suspiciously. "Cole Miller, what did you
24:02do?"
24:03"Just lie down."
24:05She lay down on the bench and looked up
24:07at the bar, and there, taped to it, in
24:09my messy handwriting, it said, "Jordan,
24:12will you marry me?"
24:14She covered her mouth with both hands.
24:17I stood behind the bench, about 3 ft
24:20back, hands hovering politely, just like
24:22the very first morning.
24:24She tilted her head back and looked up
24:26at me upside down. Tears were already
24:29running down into her hair. Then she
24:32smirked. "You can come closer," she
24:34whispered. So I did. I got down on my
24:38knees right behind her head, so our
24:40faces were upside-down to each other,
24:42and I held up a ring. "Jordan Reyes,
24:45you've been fighting with me, teasing
24:47me, and making fun of my chili for 3
24:50years. I want you to keep doing it for
24:53the rest of your lives. Will you marry
24:55me?" "Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, Sparky.
24:59Yes, even though your chili tastes like
25:02a sad cowboy's boot." We kissed
25:04upside-down like a terrible movie. She
25:07laughed against my mouth. Then she sat
25:10up, threw her arms around me, and we
25:12both fell off the bench onto the gym
25:14mats. We got married that fall at her
25:17abuela's house in a big backyard full of
25:19string lights and folding chairs. Big
25:22Earl and my whole line crew came. Miss
25:24Opal sat in the front row and told
25:26everyone she'd arranged the whole thing.
25:29Chelsea was a bridesmaid. And at the
25:31reception, during our first dance,
25:33Jordan was standing a little too far
25:36away, being shy for once in her life. So
25:39I smirked at her and said, "You can come
25:41closer." She laughed, stepped right into
25:44my arms, and laid her head on my chest.
25:47And we danced under the string lights
25:49while her abuela cried and Big Earl ate
25:52the last of the tamales. Now every
25:54Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at 7:00
25:57a.m., I still spot my wife on the bench
26:00press. She's up to 245 lb now. And every
26:04single time she lays down, she looks up
26:07at me with that same smirk and says,
26:09"You can come closer." And every single
26:12time, I do.
26:14So tell me, have you ever fallen for
26:16someone you were never supposed to? Your
26:19ex's best friend? Your best friend's ex?
26:22Did you fight it? Or did you come
26:24closer? Share your story in the
26:26comments. And if this story made you
26:28smile, hit like, subscribe, and I'll see
26:31you in the next one.

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