the story of Ashleigh Kittle and Ted Slater
The funny thing is, when he and his roommate did come over, I spent most of the time talking to his roommate. Ted was too busy snooping around my apartment, trying to learn what he could about me through my surroundings.
We become the story we feed on. Marital love satisfies longings like no cheap imitation can. So the Real Story, the cosmic romance, fills us like no other story can.
What story will I feed on? What story will I become?