Memory 90
The day was a beautiful one. Perfect for reading books under a tree. I was looking forward to your birthday and got a huge cake, even though you hated cake. You had been away for weeks for some fancy exhibition or the other but you were travelling home tonight. Our home was a good three-hour drive from the airport and you insisted on driving back alone. Nothing felt off about that day and I constantly played fantasies in my head, even if I couldn't get the day off from work. You sent me a text to expect you home in a few hours. And that is all it stayed: an expectation.
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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...
