At the Restaurant
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The calendar held a reason for celebration.
Reality had something else in mind.
Our first anniversary in Los Angeles would be a test.
The limits of this city felt like the Berlin Wall closing in on us.
Our relationship was on the brink of falling apart.
We felt like fragile China.
One wrong move and pieces would scatter across the kitchen floor.
Jealousy was consuming me.
It felt like mold working its way through a loaf of bread.
Loss of identity was his cross to bear.
He just needed a win.
All that was new was too much.
At the restaurant, we would test fate.
Be good to each other,
Nathan
