"How come we never have a date for ourselves?" she asked.
"Every since I met you," he said, "I have hated counting, calendars, and clocks. Maybe I am this awkward and unusual person who dislikes monthsaries and anniversaries. I am not a fan of 'yes, we reached this point' celebration. Yes, maybe I am being cynical. Yes, maybe I am being anxious."
He took her hand and continued, "But, dear, I do not want to count my days with you, nor do I want to celebrate just because we 'reached' this point. I am sorry if I am unusual, but I am the kind of lover who celebrates because I am able to spend the day with you."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
