Oh, Sophia, our fourth date was probably my favorite before we were official. We went to an Autumnal Carnival together, sharing snacks like popcorn and funnel cake. It was an amazing time, especially when you got powdered sugar on your lips and I was able to sneak a quick kiss with the excuse of "you have something right there." We rode a couple of rides, but most were too big for our scaredy-cat attitudes. We had to go on the Ferris wheel, of course. It was what you do when you're a couple at the fair. And as cliche, as it is, that's where you asked me to officially be your girlfriend, and I couldn't control my excitement, I yelped and said yes a quick as I could. We kissed until the carnival worker had us step out of the seat, and then we went on with our junk carnival food indulgence.
Oh, Sophia, when we moved in together I thought it would be so much more difficult than it was, I imagined our first fight happening within the first week or two, but thankfully we acclimated quickly and lived in harmony. We soon got a pet dog, a rescue puppy from a local shelter, he was a little chihuahua named Shadow, based off his dark black and gray coat. He's our first and unfortunately our only fur baby. He's such a wonderful little boy, and he loves his mama so very much and prefers to cuddle you over me, but I don't mind. I'm always content as long as you and he are happy.
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Oh, Sophia
RomantizmA short gay story I wrote for my English course :) TW: it's sad/mention of terminal illness
