One always remembers their firsts.
The first crush, the first kiss and the first-time sex.
What about the first heartbreak?
When all the firsts are centred around one person is it easy to erase them from the memories?
That's why it hurts so much to...
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My life is beautiful with you in it...
You're the best thing that happened to me....
~ Past ~
When Apo told Mile that he was welcome to stay at his condo whenever he wanted, he didn't really believe that the other man would take up his offer for real.
He was wrong. Very very wrong.
Mile texted him five days later – yes, they exchanged phone numbers the next morning – asking to crash at his place.
Drunk as a skunk, smelling of sex and booze Mile stumbled into Apo's condo, later that night, smiling apologetically.
"Are you alright?" Apo asked - he was just finishing his nightly skincare routine - emerging from the bathroom. "You look like shit." Apo rubbed the residual hand cream over his skin, regarding the man.
"Thanks." Mile snorted, dropping his bag on the floor. "God, I stink." He tugged and sniffed his shirt collar.
"Go take a shower then." Apo pushed him towards the bathroom. "I'll put the kettle on."
Mile simply leaned against the wall, and dropped his head back, hitting the wall with a thud.
"Go!" Apo pushed the other man's shoulder.
"Going..." Mile grinned roguishly.
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Fifteen minutes later they were having tea at Apo's little terrace, under the starlit sky.
"What type of tea is this?" Mile croaked into the steaming cup that was offered. His dark mane was wet and messy after running the towel vigorously over it. He's shirtless again with the torso bare but didn't ask for a shirt this time. He didn't return the last one anyway. Apo could tell that the man was a bit out of himself tonight but he didn't ask. If he's ready, he'd tell Apo himself.
"Chamomile." Apo poured a cup for himself. "It soothes the nerves, has a calming effect that ultimately helps to sleep." He took a sip and looked under his lashes at the other man. "Drink up!" He ordered.
