Paths cross for a special true reason.Festive holidays are lovely, yet true romance lies in random weekday afternoons and casual nightly chats shared solely between us two.
I walk to the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. My roommate is already up, eating cereal. “Good morning,” they say, smiling. “The weather is nice today. Do you want to go for a walk later?” I nod, agreeing.🍭The cat plays with a ballLamp with glass beads