After a hot and heavy summer romance as Capitol Hill interns, KF + JO tried to make it work when they returned to their respective universities of UVA and Stanford. But a long-distance romance was not in the cards for these two young political lovers, despite a barrage of late night phone calls reminiscing about those stolen Sunday afternoons strolling the many trails of Rock Creek Park after a tawdry night of drinking at Cap Lounge, or, if they were feeling daring, heading across town to imbibe in Adams Morgan.
“Remember that night, with the Jumbo Slice?” KF would ask.
“Yeah,” sighed JO. “And the metro ride home?”
“And we wound up in Virginia?” KF would laugh.
“With you trying to convince me that National wasn’t anywhere near Arlington!” JO chortled.
Ah, intern love.
Their summer friends all thought that if anyone could make it work, it would be KF + JO, but eventually, the distance and lack of beer pong bonding frayed the fragile edges of young love, and it was simply not enough to hold them together forever.
“We’ll always have our tree,” JO said quietly.
“Yes. The tree,” KF responded softly.
That was many years ago, dear readers, and since then, KF + JO have both returned to DC where they both live and work full-time. KF if a lobbyist for a K Street firm, and JO found passion working for a PAC. Being that this is a small fucking town, they run into each other every so often and think of the tree, and their summer lovin’.