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We Asked for Epic Love in 100 Words. 3,000 Responded.

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Black Gay Me

After the breakup, we spent every Thanksgiving, birthday and Christmas together. Close enough to touch, legs inches apart. We were still dying of AIDS in the ’90s, but I always thought no, not Michael. When he died I wondered who would love black gay me like that ever again. It’s taken me 20 years to see what he saw in me. That big gorgeous life was too beautiful to be in ruins. Damn it, Michael. And yet I can still hear you saying, “Get off the cross, Mary. Somebody else needs the wood.” Just as close as two legs almost touching. — Wesley Rowell

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My two men and I with a bigger tripod at SpaceX.

Our Love Tripod

On the eve of the new millennium, I fell in love with Andrew, a dashing English ad executive. Inconveniently, I didn’t fall out of love with Scott, an American architectural photographer and my longtime partner. Our dilemma resulted in an unexpected and enduring romance: a V-shaped love triangle sans vows and offspring. Born English, now a naturalized American, I am the hinge in our harmonious household of three: I sleep with both men, they each sleep only with me. We share everything else: home, finances, friends, vacations, life-threatening calamities. As Scott says, our tripod is more stable than a bipod. — Kate Holt

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Our tidy yard after my mother’s gardening.

Mother Knows Best

After I asked my husband to leave, after nights of holding my weeping daughters, after clumps of hair came out in my hands, my mother came to visit. She shook her head. “I don’t understand. In sickness and in health!” The next morning, I found her in my scraggly yard. Digging, weeding, sowing. When her stay was over, the tidiness rattled me: fresh mulch, trimmed trees, perfectly rounded shrubs. In planting perennials I thought she was saying, “These will return, in spite of you.” But maybe, instead: “Here, this will be easier.” — Lisa Mecham

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