Memory 11
Our age-difference was not a big deal unless it came to music. It was weird but I don't think we ever noticed it until we're in an almost empty library listening to the radio. You hummed the words of an ABBA song and I sang something stupid and peppy that came after it. It hit you first at how young I was in years (and experience) in comparison to you.
You awkwardly cleared your throat. I checked out your books. You walked away and left me there. Information difficult to process and I just wanted you beside me. I could not say.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
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...
