Roommates
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When most people say “I’ll never forget the day I met —-,” it’s usually for some corny reason like “the way her eyes caught the sun” or “how I knew she was who I was destined for.” I’m not saying that’s all bullshit, but the reason I’ll never forget the day I met Eva is simple—it was June 1st, the same day every other lease I’ve ever had has started.
Well, maybe it would be more accurate to say that’s why I remember the date. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ll never forget walking into the New York City apartment, nervous about meeting my new roommate, nervous about having my first ever woman as a roommate, thinking about moving in my couch, and suddenly walking into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
These eyes weren’t a pale blue, not a dark blue, but **blue**. Blue that smiled with you and shone bright when she laughed, and blue that was like ice, like steel, so hard that you knew you could break on it with nothing you could do about it.