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They Waited 25 Years for Their First Kiss
A short love story about fantasies that should remain fantasies
They had been texting for months, and it felt like a game. She wasn't sure about the rules, but she knew they were intricate.
No one was allowed to mention his family. So they talked about major events in his life as if he didn't have a wife and kids. And that is how he could talk about a nice Thanksgiving meal without talking about the people who'd been with him.
They were invisible background characters and yet, at the same time, extremely present. He sent a picture of himself lying on the couch; two high chairs were visible in the background.
He had twins. She had heard it from a mutual friend. His profile picture on WhatsApp was a picture of the twins and his other son. But he never texted her on WhatsApp; he always contacted her on Telegram. He didn't have a profile picture there.
That was also a rule. Telegram only.
Maybe his wife checked his WhatsApp for shenanigans?
Another rule was no audio or video. Just texts and pictures. And they texted a lot. Whole walls of text. About their hopes and dreams. About their shared past. About current events. About ending capitalism and saving the world.
