-Days later-
Reece and I had not seen each other for a while. We both had lots of work to do. Though we kept in touch by messages and phone calls. He was better than most men at keeping in touch and communication.
I planned a date for when we could next see each other again. I really missed being with him alone.
I wanted it to be something that we would both enjoy. I thought long and hard about it.
-The Date-
I decided to take him to a museum. I know its not everyones cup of tea but I knew we would enjoy it. All the old weird things that he could learn about.
We walked around taking the painting, photos and artefacts in. It was fun. I enjoyed learning something new and spending time with Reece. I thought that he enjoyed spending time with me.
It was just like hanging out with a best friend. He was one of my best friends. He and I just bounced off each other like it was the easiest thing in the world.
After we had looked around we decided to get some lunch. He seemed to be enjoying himself. It looked good for us.
We ended up in this independent cafe. It was beautiful and welcoming. The people where lovely and kind.
-Lunch-
Reece had tears rolling down my face. He's such a moron. He knew how to make the boring conversations better. Things like family arguments and hard work days.
We ended up spending ages just talking and laughing. Like normal we just forgot the rest of the world.
Though we laughed a lot we could also have long in depth conversations about the serious parts of life. It was nice we could have this contrast.
It was so shocking how much we had in common with each other. How well we got along. Like a house on fire.
-Later-
Reece and I had spent hours in the cafe. It was amazing. They did not mind because we kept getting drinks and food.
Though it was time to go home. Reece helped me put my jacket on. He could be such a gentleman. Maybe thats why he was in the league of gentlemen.
We left and walked around together. More and more time passed.
Reece of cause took hold of my hand. It felt so right having him hold my hand. So comfortable. We forgot who or what might happen by doing this in public.
We soon had to say good bye to each other. I did everything I could to keep him with me longer. He also did the best he could to stay with me longer.
We eventually managed to say good bye to each other.
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