Not allowed

So Z messaged me. He was the one person to ask if I was okay. It’s only been a couple of weeks but we’ve now spoken every day, about everything, my mental health, personal life, his separation from his wife. A guy who’s old enough to be my dad.. a guy who has kids who are just a little younger than me but yet I come home so excited to speak to him, every night chatting until 2am. Our little secret. Our secret from everyone. 

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