My Ten Years Forgottn, My Spot Taken
Language: en
On the sixth year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly flew to New York City to give my girlfriend a surprise for her birthday. Inside the trendiest bakery downtown, my eyes caught the custom cake the guy next to me was picking up. The icing on it read: [Happy Birthday, Vivian, My Love]. My girlfriend’s name was also Vivian. Noticing my lingering gaze, the man struck up a conversation. "Ordering a cake? You’ve got great taste. I get my girl’s birthday cake here every single year." His buddy smirked and nudged him. "Still calling her your girl? She’s basically your fiancée…