4 cups fresh strawberries, crushed
In the beginning, I tried. He tried. But neither of us needed to, it was already just fine.
Our small home is all we need, with our cat. Our small life is all we ever wanted. All I ever wanted was him, and he was my dream, as I was his. One day the dream came true. One day I never had to worry again.
My name is Milo. His name is Jackson. Jack for short, of course.
His smile is a picture of art which no one will be able to ever frame. To appreciate his artistic being perfectly well, better than ever painting or sculpture, you would need to touch him yourself.
He is my private exhibit, and I am his artist. I was the one, I am the only one that can sculpt that beautiful smile onto his face.
YOU ARE READING
warmth.
Romancetwo men, and a love story. a child, and cooking skills. a home, and the smell of vanilla warmth. i give credit to beanilla.com for the recipes you'll see
