He heard that all familiar beep. He knew what it meant. He tried to ignore it. He tried to go about doing what he was doing. Not wanting to get all caught up in it, all addicted to it. So he tried his best to ignore it.
But after a few seconds, there it was again, and then another, immediately after the first.
Now his curiosity got the better of him. He needed to know what were the content. And although he promised himself otherwise, his curiosity got the better of him.
He reached for his phone and read every word.
He suddenly felt of flushed, all hot under the collar. He felt like the blood from all over his body seemed to have rushed to his face. The words that he read had caused him to blush.
He wondered if men even blushed. Was it manly to blush? But what he read had all the ingredients to bring about this feeling in him, this wanting in him, this longing in him, causing him to blush.
After the last heartbreak, after his last heartache, he promised himself never again. Never would he put himself through this pain, never to get his hope high, to have this expectations, to have it all come crashing down, breaking him down.
But yet here he was trying hard not to let these words lead him down a rabbit hole and into the unknown, trying hard to anchor his feelings and emotions and be real. And these words were making him loose control, loose control over his emotions, over his feelings, that he was so hard trying to keep under check.
It was causing him to build hopes and dreams, a lifetime of togetherness. Making him act like a giddy teenager. Was making him blush.
Just then when he thought he could blush no more, his phone buzzed… “My dearest Hubby….!” And he blushed a crimson shade of red!
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