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Fiction
"So tell me, what's today going to be like?" I ask him while we were still in bed. Our games are always like this.
He closes his eyes and pretends to look into the future. "I see a rainy day ahead, traffic jams. Lots of work to do," he replies. He opens his eyes, looks at me and smiles. "Then, you will come home to me."
"Will I be rich one day?" I tease him.
"You will come home to me. That is the best I can do. You will come home to me."
Fiction
"So tell me, what's today going to be like?" I ask him while we were still in bed. Our games are always like this.
He closes his eyes and pretends to look into the future. "I see a rainy day ahead, traffic jams. Lots of work to do," he replies. He opens his eyes, looks at me and smiles. "Then, you will come home to me."
"Will I be rich one day?" I tease him.
"You will come home to me. That is the best I can do. You will come home to me."
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3 comments:
All my horses, all my men, my kingdom, everything, just to have somebody tell me these words in honest sincerity.
You are breaking my heart, Pogi. Really.
Muahness from Pasig Cirehhh.
There is no greater richness than that. Doesn't matter what you have materially if you have no one to share it with or no one that is waiting for you to come home.
Is it bad that my first instinct is to ask what if that's not enough? Tell me I'm not alone in this, Kane! haha
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