Limerence Stories

You’d think, from the outside, that I had it all. A picturesque house in the countryside, the obligatory Labrador lazing by the fire and a husband who still kissed me on the forehead each night. Our house gets photographed by strangers in Tom’s trunks; it has honeysuckle wrapped around the porch, a pan tile roof and the front door is painted in a shade of green with an overly pretentious name. Driftwood Fog, I think, or s...