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It's been six months since he sat down at my table in the cafe. Since he pulled out a book and we simply read in the same space. We know each other inside out now, reading expressions as with pages and today he's moving in. To the spare room.
How that one meeting could have created this connection, to find a missing piece in a life full of found family and love.
I sigh deeply, in satisfaction. Romance may be for my friends and the characters in our books. What we have is different, not traditional, maybe, but it's everything.