I remember that first time I saw Seth in the Student Center. His polo shirt and bright eyes, the way he exuded happiness, it sucked me in and dulled my usual attraction to the dark mysterious fellows who ignored the world and rocked a constant set of headphones. He was not a “bad boy.” It shocked me, and I thought to myself that it would be hilarious if I were so immediately attracted to him because he was supposed to be my husband. Indeed, he was.

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