The Untitled Love Story
He cut in before pulling me into a kiss.
"I love you, Eiran Richards." He whispered.
"I love you, Charlie Preston." I replied, placing a peck on his forehead.
His eyes widened in surprise at the use of his real name.
"Theron Wilson is an average university lecturer for the department of sociology and anthropology, loving him would mean loving the lies and pretence, the falsehoods and fear. It would be a lie." I explained.
"Charlie Preston is a brilliant, resilient, and beautiful man who has survived so much and still retained the capacity to love. He's the man I love; past, present, and future."
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