Lou and I fit together like interlocking fingers, but I didn’t know how much I loved him until the day a speeding taxi missed him by the width of a fingernail. For whatever reason in that moment, I thought of his side of the room we call our office, a jumble of precarious stacks of stuff that no effort at feng shui could fix. After the cab whizzed by, we hugged and shivered. Through my tears, I smiled up at him and said, “Something good has come of this. From now on, you can be as messy as you like.” — Leida Snow