Memory 8
The first time we held hands. I think it was awful. The reception for the wedding was crowded and loud music played. Rosh kept losing us as family crowded around him. You barely remembered anyone's name and just "auntied" and "uncled" everyone.
I lost you for what felt like the millionth time. It was frustrating as I could care less about the people around me. You found me again at the dessert table. I needed time away from everything but you held my hand. I was a little less annoyed and squeezed your hand tightly. Your imperfect hand in mine.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
