Dinner is served
It was a dinner party I didn’t want to attend. But my friends pressed on. “Just put on a smile, as fake as it may be and come. At least you’ll eat well, it’s guaranteed,” they prompted.
I pushed myself to abide.
I had no expectations whatsoever.
And perhaps that was the best thing of all.
That was what made it so great.
Because he was there.
You don’t know it from the start, but all it takes is one person to change your life. To make you fall in love and to not remember how you lived without them.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers