I promised so I'm here to deliver yet another short and sweet story.
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Sander is restless as he lays in bed, no position is comfortable, it's too cold one second and hot the next. It'll be midnight soon and how is he supposed to sleep when he knows it'll have been a year since he and Robbe got together.
He kicks at his feet and shoves the comforter aside, suddenly feeling his body heat up.
The time on his phone reads 11:57 and suddenly his heart starts to beat quicker. Sander dials Robbes number without a second thought and listens to it ring over and over and over. But there's no answer.
He calls Robbe twice more, voicemail again. When he checks the time again, it reads 11:59, only seconds away from midnight, then and only then does his phone ring.
A part of him doesn't want to answer, having Robbe call him a few more times like he did, but he realizes the right time will have passed.
He gives in, the way he always will with Robbe, and answers.
Robbe's the first to speak. "Hey, why didn't you answer?"
Sander sighs, laughter bubbling in his throat at the stupidity of the both of them. "Because I was calling, too."
"Oh," Robbe says meekly. "Well. I had something important to tell you, it couldn't wait."
"Hm? Tell me what you had to say, Mr. Ijzermans." Sanders settles into his bed again, only this time the bed is perfectly comfortable.
"Happy anniversary," Robbe whispers, his voice low and melodic in Sander's ears, two simple words but they hold the meaning of a million.
Sander feels like he's floating, as if he's soaring. It's the greatest feeling he has ever felt and he can't wait to feel it over and over again.
Sander smiles, feeling sated, at peace with everything, "Happy anniversary, Robbe." He pauses, swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat. "Thank you."
Robbe huffs, amusement in his tone. "Why are you thanking me?"
"Because," he draws out, nervous suddenly as he shifts on his side and lets his eyes slip shut. "Because you're the best thing to happen to me. I don't know what I would—"
"Hey," Robbe cuts him off. "You would be amazing and beautiful even without me."
It's just like something Robbe would say, always kind, sweet. "I don't want to be. Everything is... more clear with you."
It's true, even in blurry moments, Robbe has always stood tall and clear before his eyes. His light in a tunnel of darkness, helping him through it.
"For me too. Best thing to happen to me," Robbe says and it's the certainty in his tone that makes Sander's eyes well with tears, making him shudder.
He feels the corners of his mouth pull up, spreading into a slow smile. "Mean that?"
Robbe doesn't hesitate when he says, "more than anything, Sander. One minute with you is better than all the moments without you."
Sander's breath catches. The things Robbe says, the ways in which he shows his love and never waivers even in the hard time; Sander thought he knew what love was, but the truth is that Robbe is the one that showed him what love really is.
Robbe has taught him how to love, shown him what it means to be loved for who you are; highs and lows, minute by minute.
If this is what one year with Robbe is like, he can only imagine what the next ten will hold.
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