All of a sudden, Rosie remembered something. She grabbed my hand and asked carefully,"Hey, Malcolm, where are all the presents I gave you? You always kept them safe in the cabinet like they were treasure."I was cleaning today and I just couldn't find them anywhere."Did you take them with you?"She thought I had moved the stuff.I laughed without smiling and let go of her hand,"That junk? I threw it out."Rosie froze, looking up at me in disbelief, her eyes filled with tears, "How could you throw away all those little memories of our love?"Love?I just smiled."Love? You have got another home, don't you? I was just free to help around your place."She would cook for Jeffrey and his kid, do crafts with them, and play games all sweet and gentle.However, in the seven years we were 'together,' she barely spent any time with me.The wind blew Rosie's hair and big tears rolled down her cheeks,"Malcolm, how can you be so mean to me..."Are you really going?"Do you reall
Read more
LOGIN
