Love Keeps Us Together

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When I was a little girl, I was constantly in love. My first love happened when I was four, a neighbor boy named Jimmy. We were best friends, inseparable. And I loved him. I also loved Joey Oswalt. Then Andy. Then Patrick. Then Michael. Then John. Then another Patrick. Then Tim. I never chased boys—unless we were playing dodgeball or …