He wanted to tell him how much he loved him, but every time
he tried to strike up the nerve, something got in the way. Some family disaster
would cause his love to run back home, or his love would hook up with a girl…
He knew he should give up on it, that he had no hope, that
this was an unrequited love. But even as his love got the promotion and flew
halfway across the world, and they drifted apart, that love never died.
Decades later, they met at an airport.
He confessed.
His love confessed it too.
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