When I woke up he was nestled in my arm. I scratched his nose and said he was just like a girl. He smiled, stretched, twisted his face and told me that I was crazy.
Today is our third year together. And every second today reminds me of my decisions now and into the future. I know best what kind of face I am now, and the choice I made cannot be said to be anything worth regretting.
To outsiders, he and I are two unmarried young men.
But nothing is impossible in this world.
We got together three years ago.
Conception: