Book An Appointment To Beg
Language: en
Alex was an extraordinarily busy man. He was so busy that even loving him required an appointment. A dinner date with him had to be requested thirty days in advance. A movie night meant reserving a slot on his calendar six months ahead. As for a vacation? He once casually penciled that in for a decade down the line. On our sixth anniversary, I secretly prepared a candlelit dinner in our downtown penthouse. I waited by the window as the city lights flickered and dimmed, watching the hands of the clock crawl toward midnight. At 11:59 PM, the front door finally clicked open. I hurried over,…