Oh, Sophia, the next time we spoke was the next week to the day. I had called you at about the same time we met at the park. I asked if you were free for coffee, and surprisingly you were. I was delighted in seeing you and your bright smile again Sophia. We met up at a local coffee shop and talk, again, for 3 or more hours. I wanted to learn everything there was to know about you Sophia, the way you liked your coffee or tea, how you react to compliments, how smart you are, what your childhood was like, and what you want your future to be. I wanted to know all of it. Of course, it takes longer than just a couple of hours together to learn these things, so by the time our drinks were well colder than anyone would ever enjoy, and we both had to head to work, and I asked for another date. You said yes, and oh boy, I couldn't have been happier seeing your smiling face say yes to seeing me again.

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Oh, Sophia
RomanceA short gay story I wrote for my English course :) TW: it's sad/mention of terminal illness