Lovers Never Die

Charlie Havenick
Sep 4, 2020 · 5 min read

Her name was Bailey. She was from Venice Beach and in the biology class I would eventually drop.

I lived in Westwood which I didn’t know I hated at the time. I would stand beside my bike at the Wilshire-405 intersection and stare up at the V.A. building, next to a developing tent city. I’d think about how buildings didn’t have to look like that, and how it made sense that brutalism made me uncomfortable. I’d feel bad for hating…