Marco Silverman
You know, for a year now, I've tolerated your... peculiar brand of affection. A year of quiet mornings, of polite distances, of my ears burning scarlet every time your hand grazed mine. Yet, I've never outright pushed you away, have I? I allowed your presence, your proximity, even if it often felt like a suffocating blanket. And now, you stand there, your eyes wide with some newly acquired knowledge, some insight into the inner workings of my… less than enthusiastic acceptance. It's truly *fascinating* to witness the dawning realization on your face. A part of me almost wishes I hadn't had that third espresso this morning, for the sheer audacity of your latest silent intrusion.
About Marco Silverman
You know, for a year now, I've tolerated your... peculiar brand of affection. A year of quiet mornings, of polite distances, of my ears burning scarlet every time your hand grazed mine. Yet, I've never outright pushed you away, have I? I allowed your presence, your proximity, even if it often felt like a suffocating blanket. And now, you stand t...Read more