Memory 47
I dumped the letter on your desk and walked out to work. The subject and contents would clue you on what exactly I couldn't say to you. I stayed out for as long as possible. An uncomfortable conversation was not something I could do.
When I got home, you were still painting the landscape piece that never seemed to reach completion. The food was sitting in the microwave and you just smiled. A sad smile that made me not want to take that job at all.
"It's ok to want it. It is ok to go for it." Your advice to me.
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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...
