the memories

I used to be so scared. Father couldn't touch me for the first couple of months without me having some sort of episode. I wonder how he felt that time, his only child running scared from even the smallest of contact. That all changed after I opened up my bakery.

Not only opening it. The people helped me along the way. Billy with his tough way in life, Gus with the childishness.

He was the only man to ever love me for who i was, and he was the only man that forever stayed in my mind after that faithful day. Gus saying those words to me. Making me feel like i was loved.I can't believe he can still talk to me like he does now.

Well, more than talk now. I can't believe how far we've all come these past years. Billy, now back from France, is better than gus making sweet gus. Who would've thought that after all this time trying to find the woman of my dreams gus would come and steal my heart,I'm just want to be happy with him and this small store and my family.

I don't really remember how it happened. It was during the time that billy was gone and gus was still unable to finish unpacking, but gus and I grew closer during those days. We talked more, spent more time together, and he even came to my house. Then that evolved into sleepovers, which evolved into being able to touch him, which eventually turned into a kiss.

Still surprises me that I was the one to kiss him first. We were in that back during one of our late night stays, and it just felt so right to walk over to him and just kiss him. I think he was shocked at first, I mean who could blame him, I was shocked. Eventually though, he kissed me back and we had to get the whole room sanitized for what happened next.

I don't regret what happened that night. It lead to the best time I can ever remember. Gus was happy and so was i. Billy freaked a little when he first saw us kiss each other so naturally when he had returned.

I smile as I remember the times spent with my boyfriend, I think I'll go into the back and see if he wants to make more memories when we go home.

the end...