You wordsmith your terms of endearment.
Him: How do you feel about “sweetheart”?
You fight about who gets first dibs on potential novel fodder.
Him: Anything that happens on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays is yours.
You write down your best (spoken) dialogue to save for the aforementioned potential novel fodder.
Him: On any given day, I’m going to strive to be 1.3% funnier than you. Anything higher would endanger your self-image.
You visit your hometown’s public library just to look for each other’s books, and are more excited to spot his than your own.
Joint author appearances = mutual endorsements.
[At our recent talk in Sag Harbor]
Free editing services.
Best. Love letters. Ever.
(Sorry. No samples here. Some things you just gotta keep to yourself.)
You became close because you told each other your stories. And you realize that you want to keep on telling each other those stories. And then tell new ones. Together.
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