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It didn’t feel like love at first, more like companionship at our all-time lows.

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We live together in a small studio in Chelsea, where we cook dinners and take showers.

We ask each other about dessert options and call each other good-looking even though we have gained weight.

We always felt halfway to a crime that we could never commit.

We were two people of color, the passive transgression, but the responsibility of leaving our races still clung onto our chests.

Our portrait was perfectly hung and constantly dusted for shine.

But whenever he would call, I would let my phone ring until the screen went black. ” “Soon,“ I would say, as though there was more urgency in believing it to be true.

I had hushed conversations in the corners of cafés about how important it was to keep feeding the black community with positive affirmations and how it began with loving black men.

I wore Black Lives Matter buttons, attended marches, sported hoodies, vowed to date only black men, and prepared myself to raise a son who might be faced with a death in the same vein as Trayvon, a name I had spoken so often that it felt like that of a brother.

There was something about watching a black boy murdered from the comfort of my home that made me want to go out and love a black man as hard as I could, as though somehow it could resurrect the child in him.

I started dating my first official black boyfriend, a neuroscientist, shortly after.

Our family is a classic case of women and the black men who left them versus the white men who stayed.