Memory 89
Sugar cookies and the park. We watched the fireworks like any other family. Sometimes we'd get carried away in our thoughts and snatched kisses. You painted faces of little kids and teenagers brave enough to ask. I fed them sugar cookies, which I had surprisingly not messed up. The smell of barbecue and a night filled with amazing fireworks. I couldn't help but be glad that we belonged to each other. I couldn't wait to tell you the secret I had been planning. It was the last memory where I remember just hugging you and slow dancing, even though I was horrible at it.
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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...
