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I still remember the month and year our eyes first met. It was June 2019, at a vegan street fair in Pasadena, where I held the hand of my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. We stopped by a burger stand where his friend, Allen, happened to work, and as he introduced us, I felt an irrevocable attraction.

The moment Allen’s eyes met mine, it was as if I suddenly knew who I was supposed to be with.

Years passed. I dated, but nothing seemed to fill the dissatisfaction I felt with love. I often wondered what was wrong with me. Was I looking for something dysfunctional? Were my standards too high or too low? I couldn’t find the answer.

Then in 2023, a notification popped up on Instagram: a friend

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