“I will marry you when I grow up!” Exclaimed the small boy while giving a kiss on a cheek to the girl that was even shorter than him.
“I'm still waiting for our wedding to take a place.” Said the man that was once a small boy while kissing the back of the birthday girl's hand.
The man held the bouquet of white roses that were waiting in his hands for the woman that was once a small girl to walk down the aisle.
The white bouquet was given to the girl on the same day, but the girl couldn't wrap her delicate fingers around the flowers by herself.
The man rested his head on the headstone of a grave that was warm from the gold sparks of sunshine while confessing the three quiet words that weren't meant for a warm person.
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Short stories
Short StoryStories too short to be a book. (All written by me of course.)
