I spent the morning planting liriope in the southwestern section of Mr. Henson’s backyard. Thankfully, the man in question was out on an errand, so I wouldn’t have to deal with his ridiculous landscaping ideas for a while.
As I worked, I smiled a lot and probably looked like a sap. Things were finally moving to another level with Kyle, and I was thankful. I looked forward to exploring new horizons with him, and that made me happy.
Unfortunately, Mr. Henson came back to ruin my daydreams.
“Clint, I was just thinking about putting five cherubs in the—”
I tuned him out. God, this day couldn’t end fast enough, but at least Kyle, the man I had loved for over a decade, would be there to make it all better.
THE END
