It was the best day of my life when we bought a flat in the city together, and along with it, a dog.
He let me name him. I named him Romeo. He was shocked that I gave our dog such an ironic name. It made sense when I told our dog off for peeing inside for the first time. "No, Romo."
Your laugh was possibly even better than the dog.
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#no romo
Short StoryA short story about aromanticism. || TRIGGER WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/DEPRESSION ||
