sixty-two : soulmates

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Father's Day, evening

Christopher and Matthew loved talking with one another, their usual pillow talk was sleepy but this time it was literal pillow talk. They laid in separate beds across the room from one another, just talking.

"I think we're soulmates." Matthew blurted out.
"Do you believe in that sort of thing?" Christopher asked.
"Don't you?" Matthew asked.
"Yeah. I just didn't think you believed in that type of stuff." Christopher responded.
"Our grandfathers were best friends. Your mom's best friend lived in New York, where I originate from." Matthew chuckled.
"Our lives intertwine so effortlessly." Christopher smiled.
"It's kind of odd don't you think?" Matthew said.
"Do tell." Christopher responded.
"There's all these parallels in our lives, we're both so different. Yet, we have random things in common. I would've never guessed our grandfather's were best friends." Matthew chuckled.
"You got me there. I wouldn't have guessed either." Christopher chuckled back. "Would you have it any other way?" He asked.
"Not in a million years." Matthew looked at him.
"I'd be miserable if I was still in New York, you've taught me a lot in the time I've been here. I've made some really good friends and an even better boyfriend." Matthew smiled. "You?" He asked.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. I would still be deep in the closet, miserable, tired." Christopher sighed. "Not team captain." He teased.
"Seriously." Matthew chuckled. "Our lives would be vastly different if I hadn't moved." He said.
"They would. I don't want to think about it too much." Christopher smiled at him.

Christopher got up, he laid next to Matthew and kissed him deeply.

"You wouldn't be kissing me right now." Matthew teased.
"That sounds like a terrible life." Christopher smiled as he went to kiss Matthew again.
"I love you." Matthew smiled.
"I'm very glad you do." Christopher said.
"Kiss me again." Matthew whispered.
"Okay." Christopher grinned like an idiot.

They made out in the bed for a bit; they weren't going to do anything, this was Abuelita's house. They respected her home greatly and it would be awkward, as the walls weren't very thick. They giggled with each other all night, conversing back and forth. They talked about everything together.

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