A Story of Variables that Lined Up Quite Perfectly (a really obnoxious way to say how we met)

We were born seven months apart. Two miracle babies. I say that because he was never supposed to be born at all, and I was dead (for a little while at least). We existed in worlds that brushed each other, but never fully melded, finding out odd mutual acquaintances and childhood haunts that were the … Continue reading A Story of Variables that Lined Up Quite Perfectly (a really obnoxious way to say how we met)