Peter and his guy never went out for a valentine date, a few days later they ended up discussing what their friends did on D day. Peter seemed so thrilled while sharing those stories. His guy said, "I'm sorry I didn't take you out on Valentine's, our first valentine, we could have made memories worth a lifetime."
Peter calmly replied, "I already have a good one."
His guy was taken aback he did not know what it was he asked what the memories were. It was Peters first valentine with Rene his first love. he went on to describe the evening. It was nothing too fancy just exchanging chocolates in love and a few kisses at one of their friends place. The two couples did ball dance, dined over a perfectly decorated table, candles, food and a glass of wine.
Somehow Peter had accustomed himself to societal norms in those days. And he had no regrets.
His guy didn't know he ever had a girlfriend, he was baffled, he alleged Peter shouldn't have kept this a secret. Well peter never intended to keep it a secret, it just hadn't been brought up in conversation till that moment.
He flurred, he flung, he was hurt. He blamed Peter for it and abruptly ended whatever they had. Peter was left wondering if he killed his valentine for no reason. He wished he could plead not guilty, but he couldn't.
Why does love have to assume he knows it all? Turns out he can't take the blow when a never before spoken memory is revealed.
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