Memory 34
I read a lot of teen fiction. Just because it seemed like life made some sense without having any sense at all in those books. You thought it was immature and reminded the both of us at how different we are. Our differences bugged as at times. Our skin tone, age and even tastes at times were so very different. You sometimes found it hard to believe how open people were to differences. A narrower opinion was expected but you struggled to sometimes appreciate the new norms. It's ok though. Your hands still felt warm and comforting either way. No difference was worth leaving you ever.
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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...
