The American Roommate Experiment

Him, solid and warm. Me, nothing but butter at the contact, molding myself to him

First dates are like first impressions: you only have one chance to make it count

Was he a serial dater, then?

Romance writer dates in search of inspiration and falls in love.

It’s not smart to pretend everything’s okay when it isn’t

she and I, both afraid of the future

IF OPPORTUNITY DOESN’T KNOCK, BUILD A DOOR

“It’s ironic because I’m drowning in those nightmares. And that was not how it happened. It’s as if my head has come up with new different ways to haunt me in my sleep.”

Then, the words “I love you, Rosie,” from the lips of the man I loved were whispered in my ear. “I love you like I’d never loved anything before. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life if you let me.” And before I could even process what I was doing, I was turning in his arms and I was looking into his brown eyes, giving him the easiest yes I’d ever have to give anyone.

Rosalyn Graham,

Will you be my best friend?

My roommate.

My Dancing Queen.

My experiment life partner.

My heart.

Will you be mine, just like I’m completely, hopelessly yours?