I walked in and it seems like everyone turned around to watch my entrance. It’s too late now, I can’t turn around.

An older man walking around with a box of tissue stops in front of me and asks: “how do you know the deceased?”

“Well, here’s the thing, we were supposed to go on a date and I thought he stood me up. Then, I angrily started snooping around online and found his obituary. I know I shoul...

In the comfort of his arms, I look up and see him. All of him. His eyes are closed, feeling the safety of our embrace. His beard hasn’t been shaved in a couple of days, just how I like it and he knows it. His cheeks are still flushed from our workout, going to the gym with him is my favourite activity. And his lips. His lips are curled up in a soft smile. His lips are full and so tender. Right now...