Love is not complicated

I remember the first time he gave me his heart. I had brought him a gift, a silly little something (a car toy, I think), and was shamelessly using it to bribe him for his attention. He wasn’t much of a smiler then – actually, he wasn’t much of anything. He just rolled his eyes whenever someone talked, as if he had heard the tale a hundred times before. And cried. And ate. And slept. So I offered him the gift without really expecting any results. Continue reading “Love is not complicated”

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