She patiently waited for his text or call while writing tales of how much she felt loved and secured with him. Later, her phone blinked with his message: I'm home.
Yay. Good. How's work? she replied.
As she clicked send, she was disturbed by her dogs barking. When she went outside to check, she was delightfully surprised that he was there, carrying what seemed to be a pizza box.
She immediately opened her gate and hugged him. "You! Oh you! You said you were home! Liar! Oh well . . . maybe this is the only kind of lie I could accept."
"This is not a lie," he replied. "You're really my home."
She hugged him tighter and said, "Oh, why do you love me so much?"
"Let's get inside and eat this pizza, and maybe I'll tell you," he said then added, "These are just simple things to make you happy. And I like making you happy. After all, you're the girl I fell for."
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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...
