Mark's POV:
God, he's sexy when he eats. Are people usually this sexy when doing something as simple and commonplace as eating? Not everyone. Not anyone. Just Roger. He's perfect. Maybe not to the world, but to me. He's perfect.
Then again, has anyone ever loved anyone like I love him?
It's not really how it started, but how it kept going. Our love, that is. I'm finally comfortable admitting that I love him. Even through his withdrawal, several (failed) relationships and HIV, we've managed to stay together. And some people may think that going through stuff like that would only make our relationship stronger, and it has. A little. But it (we, I guess) had that same potential all along. We don't need life-changing events and fancy promises to stay together. All we need is love.
Keep in mind that is was my first story, (well, more like a drabble, I guess) so any ideas or anything for another story would be good. If you have any. I intend to make my next story longer, if it's any good.
Thanks for reading, btw:D