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A little room

We lived in a place that was larger than a breadbox and smaller than a proper home.

It was perfect. 

We lived in a place that had tiny dimensions and required daily compromises.

It was perfection actualized.

We lived in a place where we heard the neighbors and if we had shame we would have quieted our loving and hushed our harsh words.

It was more than any two people could deserve.

We lived in a place that was tiny and not enough. We sacrificed comforts; we gambled away privacy; we dropped all boundaries and met each other eye to eye, mouth to mouth, soul to soul, in every second of every day and every night.

We would have lost one another without it. We would have died.

Instead, we lived. We lived in a place that could never be enough. And so we loved. We loved it into enough.

We loved each other into enough.

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